I Love my Smartphone
So keep your trash talk to yourselves
It’s ever so fashionable to trash technology these days. Show of hands: who has done a “digital detox” in the past year? Be honest! We wail and shred our garments to the tune of a comforting old dial-up internet connection. We haunt the few remaining typewriter stores and extol the virtues of writing on paper with pens.
I’m calling y’all out.
Anyone who bemoans the tragedy of social media, the ubiquity of screens, and the endless piling up of emails has spaced on how much our lives have been improved by so many of our gizmos. Once more — and louder — for those in the back row: it’s not the gizmos, Einsteins, it’s you.
I marvel at my Android smartphone. It’s miraculous!
In those dark pre-digital days when I’d wonder who Willie Mays played for or what the rate of inflation was in 1958 or which galaxy neighbors ours, I was just SOL. I could wonder all I wanted. I could also go to the library and be pointed in the direction of numerous big fat books. Go for it, kiddo.
Now I carry the collected knowledge of human history in my pocket. You do, too. Take one minute to consider this astonishing fact of our lives (then go back to your Candy Crush while griping about your truncated attention span).
