I Am an Unrelenting Enemy of the Smartphone
As far back as 1890, Mark Twain sent out this Christmas message:
It is my heart-warm and world-embracing Christmas hope and aspiration that all of us-the high, the low, the rich, the poor, the admired, the despised, the loved, the hated, the civilized, the savage-may-eventually be gathered together in heaven of everlasting rest and peace and bliss-except the inventor of the telephone.
I have more or less come to terms with my land line. (“What’s that?”) I’m pretty good at sorting out the fakers and phishers who make up most of my calls. (“We’re canceling your Amazon account because [Click]” and “Your account with Apple [Click].”) One just has to be hyper skeptical with all robocalls and perhaps a majority of live callers.
But there is something about the cell phone which makes it irritating in the extreme:
- It’s ridiculously expensive
- It turns most callers in public places into boors
- Particularly with the smart phone, it is dangerously distracting—particularly on the road
- Too many parking spaces are occupied by idiots fingering their smart phones
- Everyone assumes you have one
- The screens are so tiny that, past a certain age, one can’t view them comfortably
- What passes for a keyboard with cell phones is a sick joke
Today, I couldn’t get into my personal accounting system on QuickBooks Online because Intuit decided I had to change my password. To prove that I am me, they sent a code to my cell phone. I couldn’t view the code because the first text message on my system was corrupted, so I had to restore factory settings and destroy all five text messages. (No problem, that.)
People occasionally call me on my cell phone, but I never answer calls because most of them are in Chinese; so I would rather keep my cell shut off except when I have to place an emergency call. (That’s the only good thing about cell phones.)
Sorry about the rant. Why do I get the feeling with most technical innovations that they are one step forward and two steps back?