Newspaper article St Louis Post-Dispatch (MO)

The Joys of Being Stranded, Unable to Tweet, Text or Chat; A Beer, a Cigar and the Cardinals on an AM Radio Come to the Rescue; LIFE SHERPA

Newspaper article St Louis Post-Dispatch (MO)

The Joys of Being Stranded, Unable to Tweet, Text or Chat; A Beer, a Cigar and the Cardinals on an AM Radio Come to the Rescue; LIFE SHERPA

Article excerpt

For more than two glorious weeks, I was off the grid.

In case you're not part of the hip, Internetted, Facebooked and Twittered generation, let me tell you how I spent some recent vacation partaking in ridiculously outdated activities, like reading books - in actual paper form - and listening to the radio - AM, no less.

This return to my roots, this back-to-basics adventure admittedly was an accidental tour.

A week before vacation, I decided to upgrade my cellphone to the very latest technology. For the Luddites out there, let me explain that "new cellphone technology" comes by only every so often, like every two weeks or so. This means that an upgrade puts you out on the cutting edge of technology, for about a month. Then you're back to coveting the new iPhone 17 or a 12G Samsung something or whatever.

Anyway, I got the new phone. I dove into Twitter and Facebook with a vengeance, more photos, more posts, more tweets, just more and more stuff.

Then my phone broke.

As I write this column, the phone is somewhere allegedly being repaired by geek-level technicians. But mostly, according to the spiffy tracking system the company set up to keep me connected with the repair process, the phone seems to spend a lot of time "awaiting shipment." (Call me cynical, but that sounds a lot like "sitting behind the counter because the one guy forgot to mail it out.")

Suddenly, I realized this lack of smartphone capability might be just what the doctor ordered for my vacation. OK, so I wasn't exactly Thoreau-ing it and moving out into the wild to get in touch with my spirit animal. But it did mean no texting, no forwarding, no tweeting, no posting, no blogging.

For the first couple of days, it drove me crazy. And the more I thought about it driving me crazy, the crazier I became.

Had I progressed, or regressed, to the point where I now need constant electronic connection to other people? I had always made fun of 20-somethings who can't drive or walk without having a cellphone pressed to their ears, or can't sit without their fingers flying across a phone's keyboard in a texting frenzy. …

Search by... Author
Show... All Results Primary Sources Peer-reviewed

Oops!

An unknown error has occurred. Please click the button below to reload the page. If the problem persists, please try again in a little while.