Actually, my mom got a (new) cell phone last week. One of her presents this holiday season was to replace her museum-quality cell phone with something more . . . today. When my son and I met up with her at the Verizon store, we were quite the trio. My biggest priority: ease of use for Mom. Her biggest priority: loud enough for her to hear it. My son's biggest priority: using the opportunity to scope out the next phone he begs me for.
My mom's no longer techno-phobic. Gone are the days when she needed three pages of notes to listen to her phone messages, program her VCR, or play a CD. She's been using a cellular phone sparingly for a few years, and she has a laptop with DSL Internet. She's nowhere near ready for, say, an iPod, or any digital music device. She's really come a long way technologically, I'm really proud of her, and proud to be her tech support guy.
Her new phone plays downloaded mp3s. Please don't tell her.
Observations, rants, and plausible
deniability from a person who refuses
to be a prisoner of his own world.
deniability from a person who refuses
to be a prisoner of his own world.
The Village
I AM WRITING!
My Screenplay -- Draft Three
I'm currently reading:
On my Kindle 2
I'm listening to:
iTunes Radio
I'm driving:
The Honda FCX Clarity
