So, I don't have a cell phone. Correction, I have a cell phone and it has all my numbers in it and sometimes I carry it around to give my purse the right weight, but I do not have a plan, or a number, or a way of being reached in real time beyond the evening hours (PST) on my mother's sturdy landline. Dial it up. It's not scary.
I seem to be the only one not inconvenienced by me not having a cell phone. It troubles nearly everyone in my life, but, given that I seldom socialize outside the home and don't drive much outside the Menlo Park-Atherton region, I feel I am appropriately reachable. Mostly I like the convenience of not paying $50 a month for a phone contract. Yes, fine! I am very cheap! I am minimally employed! Just pretend it's 1997 and call me at home outside the dinner hour!
PS. There is a lot of dialogue en espanol (by the way, spell check wants to turn that into "bespangles") happening at the Music Annex today. I think Los Tigres may be in the casa!
PPS Pensando en espanol, I am contemplating a visit to Ecuador in early 08 with one Ms Paige Atkinson. Question: is it worth flying through Bogotá to avoid Miami International to make this possible?
1 comment:
blogga, please! flying through newfoundland is worth it to make it possible! come on! call me!
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