I am a baby boomer who loves computers, doesn’t need anyone
to explain social media to me, and, in fact, keep the whole network of
computers at my office running. And yes, I own a “giant” cell phone and am not
ashamed to say so.
Yes, my baby boomer eyes need a larger font and the size
screen to keep me from scrolling hell. Yes, I love my cell phone camera, and
all its bells and whistles that can almost compete with my digital SLR. And yes, I am accessing Facebook, Twitter,
Instagram and a multitude of other apps on a daily basis. My giant cell phone
is my pocket computer. For heavy-duty graphic design, creative writing and research,
nothing will beat my desktop or my laptop – and if attached to my huge monitor,
the photos are indescribable. So, I make no apologies for not being able to
carry it in my pocket on most occasions. My screen is big enough to read books,
meaning that I don’t even have to bring along my e-reader of choice, unless of
course I am going to be doing a lot of reading outside, say, on the beach.
I am as considerate of others when I take photos as I am
when I use my digital camera, and agree that people blocking other people’s
views of shows, scenery, events and sports by holding up their phone, tablet or
video camera (remember those) are just rude.
And seriously, trying to video a concert on most any kind of consumer recording
device just produces a lot of out of focus video, and crowd-spoiled audio.
There are just some times when the cell phone should stay in your pocket or
bag, or cutely designed cross body phone case.
Unfortunately, one thing that cell phones are exceptionally
bad at is phone calls. Despite my love for new technology, I long for the days
of the old-fashioned-hanging-on-the-wall phone. The one that let people talk
freely to each other, even speaking at the same time, without the digital
signal cutting one person off in favor of the other. Pretty soon we will have to start saying
“over” when we are letting the other person know that it is their turn to
speak. And that will only work if you are alone in a sound proof booth, because
add anyone talking in the background, dogs barking, babies crying or even just
the sound of brushing your hair behind your ear, and forget about intelligible
conversation. Talk to a customer
service person on a headset or someone who has you on speakerphone and you
descend into a level of hell reserved just for cell phone conversations. I
cannot recall how many conversations I have ended with “Just text me!” or “Call
me when you have a better signal!” or “0K! That’s fine!” (That one almost got
me into the credit card scam of the month club).
So, my advice is, if you need to talk to me, send me a text,
an email or a carrier pigeon, but don’t try to call me on my cell phone.
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