Somewhere in my pockets.

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I've had a cellular phone for about a year and a half. For the first few months I kept it closed, mostly because I didn't want it intruding into my life. I liked being able to be alone while driving, for instance, even if only with the radio and with my thoughts. I soon discovered, however, that having this tool meant that I had to use it, and using it meant allowing it to take on some of the functions of some of my other trusted technological tools - slips of paper, for instance.

I keep almost everything worth remembering on one of an ever growing pile of slips of paper in my front shirt pocket. People often ask me why my shirts sag (should it be "tilt"?) to one side. The answer is that they're filled with slips of paper (and a couple of disks) that weigh down one side of the shirt. Those slips have phone numbers, appointment dates, URLs and various other reminders. The appointments are also in my appointment book, but what really has to be remembered is in my pocket.

But learning to use my cellular means putting numbers into the phone book. For a while I had numbers both in my pocket and in the phone, but after a while I learned that having them in the phone really made life easier for me, and my pocket started sagging a bit less. Being someone who dislikes having a watch on my arm, I've also benefitted from having a clock on the phone. I'm learning not only to have a cellular available to me, but to actually make good use of the tool.

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Go to: PDA-dependent, or
Go to: Really a part of me.