I now own a SmartPhone. Technically, it's an Android. Like Data on Star Trek. Phew, it makes me feel better to confess that to you all. After waxing somewhat eloquently about my affection for my $.12 non-furbishable flip phone that was falling apart--comes with detachable screen, don't ya know--reality struck. Hard. Here's how.
Obviously, my Favorite Philosopher and I were in need of new telecommunications apparati. And, we had it in mind to simply "upgrade" to a new flip phone. Easy-peasy, right? Not so much. After visiting our local Verizon store, we learned that it would cost more--yes, cost infinitely more--to purchase low-tech, "I just want to call people" phones than to be ushered into the 21st century (or 2015, as it was right around the corner) with a SmartPhone. For the record, I wanted mine to be cute, too. You know, the whole technological package. It has also has a nice personality, likes to go on moonlit beach strolls, and "isn't much into health food" (Points to those who can sing the next stanza to that 80s one-hit wonder without Googling). So, we succumbed.
Yet another confession: I am rather pleased with the whole texting thing. It does make life easier when communicating with my Favorite Philosopher (MFP) about ETAs, Kroger runs, or what kind of post-game wings are desired. And, as a flaming Extrovert, the world of emojis is ever so delightful. I have backed off a bit--but sometimes or this speaks volumes--you know what I mean? Of course, I am still rather focused...umm, okay, fixated on proper grammar and spelling out words like You and Your. Thus, I will never be a speed texter or have thumb callouses. Thankfully, I have friends who share my same affection for the English language as we know it; so, they wait patiently while I capitalize and punctuate. But, I have liberated myself from using colons when talking about meeting times--330, 715, and the like. Me and James Dean, we're rebels, we are.
And those nifty apps like GoodReads are simply delightful in the library or bookstore. On a recent Bluff City night out with MFP, we landed in Burke's Books, a favorite haunt of ours. Rather than wracking my Mom-brain for that "mental list" of books I wanted to read, I simply tapped my little GR friend, and there was my appropriately-titled shelf. I strolled out of Burke's with four books from my "Want to Read" list and supported a local business. As I am prone to giddily exclaim, WHEE!
Much like I eerily predicted in that Square post, I have had to discipline myself with regards to how much I "check" my phone--affectionately known as Carmen. Why, Carmen, you ask? It's a nod to two facts: Firstly, in my flip-phone life, I was infamous for not being able to find my phone, likely because when I used it, I would set it down wherever I finished a conversation and would move on from there. Secondly, I vaguely recall a show called "Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?"; so, it just seemed fitting. The boys find it mildly amusing.
So, you might say that I have one big toe firmly planted in the twenty-first century. The other facts remain the same. Hopefully, Huey will forgive me this lapse and still allow me to freestyle boogie to his aptly-titled beat.
On Spotify. Did you expect me to dig out my CD? Really.