Something New


People come to my house and laugh at my "quaint twentieth century technology." It's true: I am content with others' electronic castoffs, and I use them until they're 1) utterly obsolete, 2) well beyond repair, or 3) both.

I do this as part of my approach to "reduce reuse recycle." I don't care that I inherited my stereo from my little brother over 20 years ago. It still works. Why put it in a landfill when it still does what I need?

I also do this because I'm cheap. It's been almost four years since I bought my first laptop and I've been told it's time I replace it, but I don't really have the money for that right now, and even if I did, I would rather spend it on something else.

I'm also a bit of a Luddite. I admit it. I am. I miss my typewriter. I resisted getting a cell phone until being stranded in an airport during a disastrous trip made me see how useful they could be. When I did get a cell phone six and a half years ago, I bought the cheapest phone and cheapest plan I possibly could.

I was perfectly happy with my completely cheap phone, but a year or so later a friend found it so laughably old-fashioned that she insisted on giving me one of her castoffs, despite my protests that I didn't need a newer one. She knew how to do things like take the sim card out of my crappy out-dated phone and put it in her newer, cooler phone, so eventually I gave in and let her do what she thought was necessary.

And that was the phone I had for the last five years. After I dropped it, the back stayed in place thanks only to a nice blue racing stripe of electrical tape. That didn't bother me; what bothered me was that the earphone jack quit working properly, so I had to hold the phone to talk on it. But I was too cheap to replace it just for that.

Especially since I didn't use it much. I would go days without turning it on. I hated it when people called me on my cell phone instead of my landline. My cell phone, you see, was for my convenience, not anyone else's. And I had no desire to be always available to other people. If I didn't need to call someone when I went out, I left it home.

And then this week a friend had a crisis, and I had to use my cell phone to talk to him about it because I had to be out. I had to use it. And I discovered that the battery is so old and crappy that I couldn't talk on it for more than half an hour before the damn thing died.

And that was not acceptable.

And that meant I had to buy a new phone.

So I grudgingly, resentfully, sullenly went to the cell phone store yesterday, and found a really cool up-to-date phone for "free" ("free" means $18.00 in cell phone store speak, apparently), and bought it, and I AM IN LOVE.

It's cute, and it does cool stuff, and I am convinced it likes me too.

If you have my cell phone number, CALL ME! I want to talk to EVERYONE on this phone!

And I'm not going to make rash promises, but... there is the distinct possibility that I might even learn to text!


I totally relate. I prefer keeping my things working as long as there's any life left in them rather than buying new gadgets. All of my personal gadgets are cast offs from more gadget-minded family members. (Well, except the computers I had to buy for my work.)

Whoa, that's crazy talk. Change? New technology? Get thee behind me.

Hi Chanson--I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels this way, especially since Robert suggests I'm talking crazy talk! Well, just for that, Robert, I'll have to text you and see how you like it. :-)


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