Love this post! Certainly brings me back to college, and to the time of non-smart cellphones. Ironically, while I did have a cellphone in college, I don't particularly remember being tied to / by it. My definitive cellphone memory was 9/11 -- I had gotten my first cellphone just a month or so before, so parents could reach me in an emergency. Of course, on the day, cellphone networks were overwhelmed and my parents couldn't, in fact, reach me. In retrospect, pretty ironic -- the devices meant to connect us failing when we most need connection.
While we're on the subject, did you ever try going cellphone-free while writing, Last Exit or other books?
Thank you, Max. This is a lovely and thought-provoking set of thoughts to read this morning. It's got me remembering the way it was to roam the U of M campus and Dinkytown, Stadium Village, and the West Bank in the late seventies to find out what the day's serendipity had to offer.
Love this post! Certainly brings me back to college, and to the time of non-smart cellphones. Ironically, while I did have a cellphone in college, I don't particularly remember being tied to / by it. My definitive cellphone memory was 9/11 -- I had gotten my first cellphone just a month or so before, so parents could reach me in an emergency. Of course, on the day, cellphone networks were overwhelmed and my parents couldn't, in fact, reach me. In retrospect, pretty ironic -- the devices meant to connect us failing when we most need connection.
While we're on the subject, did you ever try going cellphone-free while writing, Last Exit or other books?
Thank you, Max. This is a lovely and thought-provoking set of thoughts to read this morning. It's got me remembering the way it was to roam the U of M campus and Dinkytown, Stadium Village, and the West Bank in the late seventies to find out what the day's serendipity had to offer.