Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Nokia 6103b

I’ve had my current cell phone since I bought into my plan in August of 2006.  This is the third phone I’ve had in my life.  Under my previous agreement, my “indestructible” phone mysteriously stopped working after two years.  I got a free replacement and unknowingly extended my contract, which I eventually got out of after a lot of complaining. In the time I’ve had my current phone, I’ve gone through three girlfriends, two cabins, and one Subaru.  One time I spilled a single drop of water on it and it ceased functioning for 24 hours.  I thought I might have to get a new one.  But the Nokia is resilient and bounced back, unlike the Subaru, unlike the girlfriends. 

I have a Phish ringtone to honor the love affair I’ve had with the band since before I really knew about cell phones.  I programmed it in myself.  I have a few photos that I’ve connected with the people who call me.  Two numbers don’t work anymore but I haven’t deleted their pictures.  And I have a game called “Canal Control” that I sometimes play while sitting on the toilet.  Recently my phone began spontaneously dialing numbers without my consent.  This is concerning to me, but not as concerning as having my email program open while my laptop is connected to an overhead projector during a class presentation. 

The battery life on my phone is still pretty good.  I talked for nearly three straight hours last weekend to various friends and family, and when I was done it still had two bars left.  I like it better than a landline.  Sometimes I answer it and sometimes I don’t.  It depends on who is calling me or whether I am in a public restroom and in the middle of an intense round of “Canal Control.”  I’ve grown quite attached to this thing.  It has all my important numbers, which I refuse to back up in case of damage or loss.  I’d be screwed.  Then again, it might be like starting over, like moving into a new cabin, getting a new Subaru, or starting a new relationship.