Guess what

One guess.



What does this tell you.



That's right: I got a cell phone. And yes, that's correct: I've never had one in all the cell-phony years gone by. The more time passed, and the more cell phones proliferated across the country like horde upon horde of skittery bugs, the more I seemed to enjoy not carrying around anything that beeped or buzzed. But, alas. Especially recently, moments have cropped up where it would have been much more convenient to reach for something at least somewhat clean and that I could dial that was in my bag, as opposed to using one of the garbage-strewn, sticky, leaning-like-the-tower-of-Pisa, and frequently peed-upon remaining NYC phone booths.

(Have you stepped into a public phone booth lately? I hope not. It is kind of interesting, though, to see a part of the city that was of use for so long, fall into such neglect and disrepair. In a sort of Planet-of-the-Apes kind of way.)



So anyway, I finally did it, I joined the masses. I thought I was joining the masses when I started a blog. But no: every single soul out there does not have a blog. Every single soul out there does, however, have a cell phone. I mean, I almost got hit by a nun driving a van and talking on a cell phone recently, and no, it wasn't Halloween or even the days leading up to Halloween. A real nun! Ignoring the stop sign on the FDR drive and banging an incredibly careless, high-speed right onto Houston street!



Anyway. I've always loved the above street art by skullphone. I think it's a brilliantly dark and funny, not to mention accurate, image. Sigh.