Old School Telephony
So after nearly seven years in Thailand, I finally lost my phone. Fittingly, I lost it in a taxi as I scrambled across the back seat getting out of the door on the other side. It wouldn’t have happened, but a motorbike taxi was parked beside my door and I had to improvise; it must have fallen out of my pocket. Anyway, being a starving writer, I had to spring for the ultimate in technological talk fun - a Nokia 1200. This bad boy comes with numbers 0-9, standard * and # buttons, plus a begin-call button, an end-call button and a menu button. Included is a one-color green-lit screen and a trendy blue and gray color scheme. Awesome.
But the damndest thing has happened - actually kind of like this new piece of shit that lets me talk to my friends - and that’s it. I used to have the ubiquitous Motorola RAZR, which was the coolest phone in the world until every fifth-grade kid in Thailand got one, but I got to thinking - do I really need to take pictures? Do I really need a race car driving game, fifty ring tones, pictures of all my friends next to their phone book entry and bluetooth capability? Unfortunately, my answer is coming more around to ‘no’, which I’m kind of upset about. Why? Because my insane desire for an iPhone is fading.
Say what you will about rampant consumerism, tech-geekery and what-have-you, but let me tell you this - the iPhone is fucking cool. Every time I play with one, I get angry at my old-fashioned POS that I’m forced to use. It’s like when you use the gorgeous, life-affirming iMac and then go back to using Windows XP… you just want to step on a puppy in frustration. To put it in pictures:
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