In my column this week, I detail my fall before a hard cell. If you have something to say about it, please email my editor Frank Lewis at flewisATclevesceneDOTcom.
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Ha! I caught the Sam Sheppard reference!
On a more serious note, what I don't like about cell phones is they're so small that it's hard to have your mouth at the speaker, and your ear at the reciever at the same time. I feel like I need to see a chiropractor when I'm finished talking.
They've dismantled all the pay phones, so I guess cells are here to say.
Gah! Seriously, the lack of pay phones drives me insane. Used to be you could walk a couple of blocks and find one. Now you have to go clear across town.
-Glass Houses
Most women have a cell phone growing out of their ear. Glad to see that there's one with the gurts to put cell phone's in their place wherever that is. Great column!
"It was infuriating, overfed suburban entitlement at its worst."
GODAMMIT O'BRIEN, YEW RAAAWK!!!!
Great article, so great.
My cohorts and I were playing with matches in the alley, early 60's, very, very far from my house. Sans Gameboys, we had most of DubyaDubyaTwo pyrotechnically well represented, and the Allies were winning big.
Walked in the kitchen door fer lunch, SMACK!! LIGHTS OUT!! When I regained consciousness, my normally very gentle mother was holding a surreptitiously depleted box of stove matches over my head and asking me what exactly I thought I was doing.
Moms usta twitter on those Western Electrics, baby.
Was thinking about this just yesterday--when I was a little kid, my mom took me to a big office building that had those "one ringy dingy" ladies that wore headsets and actually plugged the wires in to connect people. (And I am not THAT freakin' old--this was the early Sixties.)
Phones and typewriters (the latter being almost obsolete and replaced by computers, essentially) have progressed so much since WWII--yet how do we get to work? An internal combustion engine on four wheels...
Thanks, Erin...I sent Frank the following note:
I thoroughly enjoyed "Hard Cell - What's the Texting Abbreviation for "I Don't Get Cell Phones'." Having just crossed the line recently by finally allowing my teen a cell phone, and having never texted a message in my life, I can relate. So can my fourteen year old son. He enjoyed the article as much as I did. Erin has captured the essence of the phone-generation gap perfectly. Many of us live it.
Thanks for the moment of family bonding for my son and I. I say, "Thanks a lot for the smile," and my son texts, "k." That's short for kudos.
And as an aside, Erin...my kid finished Harvey & Eck in two settings. He thoroughly enjoyed it. And he refuses to read, or partake in the "Twilight" pop-fest. He sez, "You rate."
If I had your cell number, you'd start getting some calls.
Erin is working away.
Cell phone rings: burst of music. 'Gimme Shelter', maybe, or Irene Cara.
Erin scrambles around. "Fuck!" she says, just before she manages to find the thing on the little shelf in the hall.
"Hello? O'Brien here," she says. In the hall mirror she can see that some of her hair has come out of the bun on the back of her head. Probably because of the fucking cell phone, she thinks.
"Erf!" a male voice says. In a Canadian accent.
*Click.*
LOL. Oops! Crap. I meant, I laughed out loud when I read this.
I swear I'll never understand anything.
I really didn't think this piece would get much reaction. I am so very pleased to get these comments. Honest, so very very pleased.
Thanks.
I use mine as an alarm clock or to see in the dark. I'm so tired of riding the bus and being forced to listen to one side of an inane conversation. Another thing I resent is the expectation that you're always available. I've been reprimanded at work for not answering the phone on my day off. What's so important that people have to talk about anyway? I'm an angry old man at 35.
Two belated comments - I loved this because I am SO with you on not getting cell phones and - my parents still have a Bell telephone from the 50's - usuable and it's a great bicep workout just picking the frickin thing up!
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