this, folks, is my new cell phone. let's admire it for a moment, shall we? it hinges! it is industrial black and silver-toned with no pretty cover. it has a standard keypad, with letters on the numbers you push to text. no keyboard. the screen is maybe, maybe two inches long.
no, no, this isn't an archived post from 2002. no need to look around for your n'sync albums. "hot in herre" is not playing on the radio. rather, this bad boy became mine just yesterday, when i finally gave into the sad realization that my other cell phone, whom i refer to as "old trusty" simply wasn't trusty anymore. there's only so many times you can stick a water-logged battery in a bowl of rice before that trick just becomes gross and ineffective.
so it's not an i-phone. not a blackberry. not one of the glossy, sleek devices shoved into the back pockets of just about everyone i work with. but for a girl who hates the phone and finds any excuse to use e-mail instead, it's just right.
i don't embrace technology the way i should, i suppose. robert had to get me a new laptop for my birthday because he knew i wouldn't buy one for myself. i kept trying to tell him, "babe, i can buy HUNDREDS of vintage dresses for the price of a new laptop." the parallel was lost on him.
but just because i'd rather find my joy in nature, and my expression in writing, doesn't mean i don't feel a little twinge of jealousy when someone pulls out their version 5380183018.0 apple phone. it just means i'm rooting for the underdog in this case. plus, the phone was a free upgrade. i was looooooong past due.