Read this Article and Prove Me Wrong.
Within the span of one month, both my new and old roommates admitted to an oncoming, major life change: upgraded cell phones. They are, in my humble opinion, abandoning me and my internet-less, service-weary, thorn in (our) side, pathetic excuse for a (cell) phone for instant access to email, gps, and (give it time) Foursquare. And when theyandothers assure me that they are different from the masses (yeah, sure), my response is simple: Prove Me Wrong. Until I can get through a meal in which even the simplest cell phone doesn't nag at my dinner companion's back pocket, or their "work" email doesn't trump our heated happy-hour debate (is there even such a thing anymore?), my anxiety about a future without uninterrupted conversation or sans meaningful eye contact will continue to fester. If only the urgency to be needed/desired/calledupon on the nets could be replaced by the urgency to be lookedat/listenedto/andreallytrulyheard. The Times, They (sure) Are A'Changin'. Enjoy!
LOVE this. ok, so i may at some point be among the converted, but i still COMPLETELEY appreciate what youre saying. oh, and i will NEVER play foursquare.
ReplyDeleteI've added my cell phone to my already cluttered Baby Brain (or more accurately, Mommy Brain) and I cannot remember things I talked about an hour ago.
ReplyDeleteIt's good to know that climbing a tree might help me out.
Thanks for this great article. I've passed it on to my colleagues.