Blackout blues: … and how some of the locals are handling it. Apparently, I’m not as bent out of shape as, say, some real Net slaves. Then again, I haven’t had the power cut out anywhere near me (touch wood). And some slightly better adjusted people (the ones with real lives) are doing their thing just the way I hope I would do it.

“I just have to tell you, I felt lost,” said Rosanne M. Siino, whose power failed for two hours last week, leaving her without e-mail � and pacing nervously � at her home office in Scotts Valley, near the Santa Cruz mountains. “Thank God for my cell phone.” “Everything we do is dependent on technology,” said Ms. Siino, a marketing consultant who telecommutes to San Francisco, 80 miles away. But her woes go beyond the practical. She has a short attention span, she acknowledged, a need for Internet speed � fed by a culture grown dependent on a round-the-clock stream of digital blips and pulses.

“When you’re not on computer,” Ms. Siino said, “you may as well cut off your arm.” …

Armed with cell phones, laptops and handheld computers, people can switch to temporary, mobile mode when the power fails at their homes, offices or home offices.

Or perhaps, at their cafe offices, like Simple Pleasures, a neighborhood spot in the Richmond district of San Francisco, which went dark for an hour last week. Its toaster and espresso machine down, the cafe was reduced to selling regular, low-tech drip coffee, but life and commerce did not stop for patrons. Several kept chatting by cell phone; one woman, oblivious, typed away on a new translucent orange Macintosh laptop.

Earthquake in India: … and the New York Times can’t decide whether the affected region is in the east

It was that kind of day across much of New York yesterday for Indians from Gujarat, a state in eastern India.

… or the west

A devastating earthquake struck India’s western state of Gujarat today, then shook the rest of the subcontinent from top to bottom. About 2,000 people died, and hundreds more were missing or injured, officials said.

… but the list of places to contribute emergency funds is always a classy move.

I read about it last night. Ankita called home, and her folks in Delhi were all right. Many thanks to Christine and Shannon for checking in.

A-pop is on and poppin’: … So I’ve been caught sleeping on Asian pop music. Should’ve known what was up when I saw this earlier today. Now I’m hunched over my iBook, making my wrist sore punching up Coco Lee and other stuff on Napster. And that other track? Damn catchy — ah, those guitars, the Janet-style “Nothing Really Matters” vibe and those reed-thin massed vocals. Curse you, Ernie! Curse you and your fiendishly catchy MP3 recommendations!

Longplayer: … ain’t a piece of vinyl, but a sonic banquet “good to eat a thousand years.”

Rebecca Walker’s looking for a few good men: Actually, one good one will do.

“My partner has a child and both of us serve as parents. I want to have children, too, and am looking for a donor.”

A donor?

“You know, a daddy donor. I have my eye on a Pakistani man that I met recently. I took one look at him and thought: ‘Yum, I want to have your baby’. But I’m open to other possibilities.”

After all the troubles she has suffered from her own parents’ experimentation with child rearing, you might think she’d proceed with greater caution.

“No, I’m excited about creating a family that can exist in a really diverse world. I was thinking how much fun it would be if I had a child with my Pakistani friend. Just think, the child could go and visit relatives thousands of miles from California.”

Yes, and perhaps also write a memoir some day, recalling in great detail the special challenges of its fashionable, multicultural childhood.