First, I had a cellphone in 1989, big bulky thing. I tossed it from the car window in '91 when its repeated failure cost me a big order when the buyer got very mad at the constant fade and static.
So I am maybe a bit biased agaisnt them (tho I did break my vow not to again, and sprung in '03. But use it sparingly).
But in travelling a day or two a week for the last 3 I have noticed that people have become virtual slaves to this device.
East coast, West coast, all around the land . . .
We worship like serfs of old the little amulet we carry in pocket and purse.
In airports, certainly. Ditto in trains and trolley, cabs, on the street, in our cars, in line, at sporting events, everywhere.
Don't people appreciate the need for a little silence now and then? We clutch at this little piece of chips and plastic like Linus did his blanket.
We are so afraid to be "alone," even for an hour, that we reach compulsively for our "connection."
Haven't spoken to someone for half an hour? Well, CALL!!!
Someone five minutes late in picking you up at the airport? Just pull out your blanket and dial up.
Things too quiet waiting in line for something? It's your oppourtinity for your 15 minutes of shame. Yank it out and shout your sh-t to the unfortunate on your Fab 5. We all want to hear your rant.
The future conquerors of America will have only to strip us of our beloved cellphone. We'll be on our knees, begging, pleasing, crying to have it back
Unless by then we all have it electronically embedded into our head. And then we'd just have to blink fast five times to get one of our Fives. So the new rulers will just have to remove our heads.
Beam Me Up, Scotty!
So I am maybe a bit biased agaisnt them (tho I did break my vow not to again, and sprung in '03. But use it sparingly).
But in travelling a day or two a week for the last 3 I have noticed that people have become virtual slaves to this device.
East coast, West coast, all around the land . . .
We worship like serfs of old the little amulet we carry in pocket and purse.
In airports, certainly. Ditto in trains and trolley, cabs, on the street, in our cars, in line, at sporting events, everywhere.
Don't people appreciate the need for a little silence now and then? We clutch at this little piece of chips and plastic like Linus did his blanket.
We are so afraid to be "alone," even for an hour, that we reach compulsively for our "connection."
Haven't spoken to someone for half an hour? Well, CALL!!!
Someone five minutes late in picking you up at the airport? Just pull out your blanket and dial up.
Things too quiet waiting in line for something? It's your oppourtinity for your 15 minutes of shame. Yank it out and shout your sh-t to the unfortunate on your Fab 5. We all want to hear your rant.
The future conquerors of America will have only to strip us of our beloved cellphone. We'll be on our knees, begging, pleasing, crying to have it back
Unless by then we all have it electronically embedded into our head. And then we'd just have to blink fast five times to get one of our Fives. So the new rulers will just have to remove our heads.
Beam Me Up, Scotty!
