Let’s roll back our minds a decade to a time when people were not constantly on their smartphones. Facebook isn’t in our everyday lives for another two years and Twitter will hatch a year after that in 2006.
Smartphones aren’t even called smartphones — they’re just dumb “cellular phones” that do rudimentary text messages without multimedia attachments like images and video.
That barren time in technology was still a difficult one of wide, generational, gaps when it came to the rapid, everyday, adoption of technology.
Those of us who grew up on payphones and single-line telephones in the home, were often put off, and perhaps, even offended by the younger among us who insisted that their cellphones were not just extensions of communication, but a very connectoid of being human.
When I was teaching at a major technical university on the East Coast way back when, I implored my students to not just put their phones on vibrate — at that time in the technological evolution, the vibration of the mechanism in the phone was just as loud as a ringtone — but to actually turn off their phones during the few times other students were giving a formal, graded, presentation in class.
Text messaging has really gotten completely out of hand. It is now quite commonplace to see people reading and responding to text messages in the most unusual circumstances and unacceptable manners. Rather than taking the time to talk with the people with whom they actually are physically, they continue to stay glued to their phones. The worst example of this happened recently when my wife, baby, and I were visiting Disneyland.
Let there be no doubt: Camille Paglia hates Lady Gaga — and she says so, quite clearly — in a relentless, unbending, 3,200-word, flaying published in The Sunday Times. The article is behind a paywall. I ponied up the $2.00USD access fee for one day access to the website. I was surprised to read not a single kind word was shed in Stefani’s favor:
There are blurred borderlines between the sexes: gender is now alleged to be fabricated rather than biological; so everything is a pose. Thus Gaga welcomed the rumour about her being intersex and converted it into a fashion statement. Casual “hooking up” blends friends and lovers, with sex becoming merely an excuse for filial hugging…. Hence Gaga gratuitously natters on about her vagina. In the sprawling anarchy of the web, the borderline between fact and fiction has melted away.
If you aren’t texting the questions in your life to “GOOGLE” (466-453) on your iPhone, or other smart phone, then you aren’t really living an untethered life. GOOGLE SMS is a free service — though other carrier charges may apply to your SMS phone plan — that instantly answers your questions and helps you win arguments and wager bar bets. As you can see in the shot below, I was able to get an instant response from Google when I asked for “Weather Los Angeles.” I was not successful in getting Google to tell me Julie Chen’s age or what year Hawaii gained statehood.
The great Adam Lambert — seen below exchanging glee with another man in a previous moment of ecstasy — was the real winner of American Idol and AT&T have confessed their text thuggery in giving the win to Kris, Adam’s fundamentalist Christian, competitor.
Could you do an amputation following instructions sent via text messaging? Two surgeons did just that — one was in the Congo — the other doctor was in London.
We now have scientific evidence that talking on the phone while driving is more dangerous than chatting with the person in the car with you: