please don’t steal my cell phone
Oh, I’m just sitting here on my living room floor, listening to an Indigo Girls song that is playing on my CELL PHONE. Do people really use their phones as mp3 players? I mean…besides the preteen stereotypes in cingular commercials who think that txting+tunes+pix=like, da bomb. Well, whether or not any one else has put down their ipod long enough to transfer songs to their phone, I’ve now crossed over.
Earlier this week I enabled mobile web 2.0, and have been practicing googling stupid things (read: NYSC) to get a feel for the functionality. It’s an awkward navigation process, but then, so is struggling with maps and calling people to ask them if they are near a computer and want to do you a favor.
It comes down to this: I have a little more than 72 hours left before I fly to Vancouver, where Jen, Chris and I will test our limits of endurance, perseverance, and probably patience. I’m certainly not contributing much to our collective riding skills, camping skills, bow-hunting skills, or wilderness-survival skills. I’ve been trying to think of what I can do to pull my weight, and all I’ve come up with (other than bringing the stove and finding some recipes) is documenting the trip and helping our group stay connected. And if that’s all I can do, then I better find a way to do it.
So in the name of being a team player, I’m studying my Verizon manual and doing whatever I can to increase its utility on our trip. I am getting excited about new-to-me 10 year old technology, hoping that this will all come together and my contribution will be of use to my fellow riders. I hope they like Indigo Girls.
