OLD MAN YELLS AT CLOUD
Yesterday I used my cell phone for the second time this year. I called a small general store for a steak and cheese sandwich to go, on the way home from running errands.
I got this phone in Alaska in 2005 when I was principal of three Native schools in the southeast tundra. It was necessary I stay in connect with the schools and the district office whenever I was out of the villages.
I pay $100 a year for 250 minutes through an Alaska communication company, and have found that I cannot find a comparable offer here in Maine - so I keep the Alaskan phone service.
At present I have over 2000 minutes available; and though I carry the phone whenever we travel, or I am on the bike (motorcycle,) I never turn it on unless I need to make a call – which is almost never. I don’t even know how to retrieve messages and missed calls and really don’t give a fuck. I am not so important that I can’t wait until I get home and check my answering machine or e-mail.
I am not opposed to technology; I use TomTom when I travel, I enjoy the computer and I believe that technology is the only thing that may save the human race at some time in the future.
But, no one needs to be connected 24/7. No one needs to be communicating by text or telephone while driving; no one needs to have their phone turned on in a restaurant, movie, playhouse or other public venue. The idea that anyone needs to sit in a restaurant with friends or family and check their e-mail or text is absurd and ignorant.
And, if you walk around with that thing that looks like a leach hanging out of your ear, and you are not an emergency room doctor on call, you are an…
Turn off your cell phone. You are not that important.