So for the record, I didn’t do it for me. I did it for them. I don’t need to be MORE connected to the internet, or to have more distractions like Wordwarp at my fingertips. I don’t really, really need to know where every single Starbucks is, and I don’t have to have another camera, even one with an app that makes photos look like old Polaroids. And despite the fact that everyone else navigates their life by cell phone, I didn’t really feel like I was missing out. I don’t feel like I have to do two things at once, like walking and talking (yes, I know that there is a possibility that I might not be able to do that even if I tried). And I don’t really want people to be able to reach me anytime, anyplace. My thoughts, they are confusing and entertaining enough to keep me company when I am alone.
But the fact that I was cell phone incompetent bugged the heck out of Steve and Alex. They hated that they would call me multiple times, and I would ignore them (I wasn’t ignoring them, my phone was turned off and at the bottom of a very crowded purse) and then hours later I would walk through the door to a chorus of “Why do you even bother to carry a phone if you never use it, and we are out of whatever and seriously, how can you have three blogs and not know what your cell number is?”
So for them, I gave in. On Saturday I bought an iPhone.
The truth is, the iPhone is a thing of beauty and it’s intuitive. It makes sense, as only an Apple produce can. I loaded a few apps, learned out to answer voicemail…and texted Alex at the Whole Earth Festival. And Kate in Canada. And then I took photos. And played Wordwarp. And checked the weather for the week. And my Facebook. And Ethiopian restaurants in Sacramento. And my Apple stock. And every once in a while, the marimba alarm.
And even though it’s clear I did it for them, I think it’s a worthwhile sacrifice. You know, to make them happy. And to make sure we always have plenty of whatever and marimbas.