Close your eyes, breathe in deeply, now exhale slowly… That was easy, wasn’t it? Not for everyone…
Today is day six without a phone.
Besides for feeling slightly isolated, it’s not too bad.
I’ve been doing things that I know I would not be doing if my phone was sitting next to me, shiny screen beckoning.
Like putting on music.
Like waltzing to the music in my living room with my delighted nine month old as my dancing partner, her tiny hand encased in mine and giggling at this new game.
Like feeling like its only one o’clock and I’ve already accomplished what usually takes me until three!
Like being told by my brother that I should write an article about life with no phone, telling him “what a great idea” and actually sitting down to write it pretty much right away…
CNN ran a story a couple of years ago, “Do you obsessively check your smart phone?” They brought statistics to show that the average person will check his or her phone on average 34 times a day, sometimes with only a ten-minute break between checks.
Huffington post related that 73% of Americans would feel panicked if they lost their phone while 14% admitted that they would feel “desperate.”
Honestly, last Tuesday, when my phone died while I was out in the street, I definitely felt the faint flutter of panic. And when I got home, placed it into the charger and returned an hour later to a blank screen, I would say there was an element of desperation as I stabbed violently at the home button and power button (to no avail).
That was last Tuesday. In my initial shock and disbelief, I wondered how I would survive the afternoon. The first item on the agenda was of course, to google the “symptoms” my sick phone displayed and to attempt a DIY reawakening.
Well, holding down on the home button and power button at the same time yielded the same faceless stare.
Switching the charging cable for another one I found lying around did the same thing.
Putting the phone in rice overnight was a sweet suggestion and a last ditch effort, because I knew the phone had not gotten wet, unlike the last mishap with my portable connectivity tool. However, I dutifully surrounded it with rice and left the babysitter to watch over it – and my sleeping baby – as my husband and I went to watch a basketball game at the Barclays Center.
That night there was no picture taking of the food, the players, the food, ourselves or the basketball court. In fact, no one knew we even went to the game.
Wonders of wonders.
The next morning, I admired my reflection in the black screen and searched deep within its depths for a trace of my beloved apps. The only thing I saw were my eyes, round and fearful.
It was time to try the next piece of advice. A new charging port.
This involved having my husband take the phone to his office, where a friend graciously gave us the use of his own charger for the day. In this case, for the hour, because that’s all it took for my husband to realize that the charging port, charging cable or charging room were not to blame for the demise of this particular iPhone 4s.
It was time to involve the experts.
A kind man who advertises his fixit skills in this field was pulled into the picture. On Wednesday night, I had a working phone!
For about one hour.
The battery was switched for a new one, to ensure the issue was not a broken battery as opposed to a broken charging port.
About the Author:
If you don't see your comment after publishing it, refresh the page.
Comments are closed.
We studied his seforim together, we listened to famous cantorial masters and we spoke of his illustrious yichus, his pedigree, dating back to the famous commentator, Rashi.
Jews who were considered, but not ultimately selected, include Woody Allen, Saul Bellow, David Ben-Gurion, Marc Chagall, Anne Frank, and Barbra Streisand.
Cantor Moti Boyer came from the East Coast to support the event.
Personally I wish that I had a mother like my wife.
What’s the difference between the first and second ten-year-old?
What makes this diary so historically significant is that it is not just the private memoir of Dr. Seidman. Rather, it is a reflection of the suffering of Klal Yisrael at that time.
Rabbi Lau is a world class speaker. When he relates stories, even concentration camp stories, the audience is mesmerized. As we would soon discover, he is in the movie as well.
Each essay, some adapted from lectures Furst prepared for live audiences, begins with several basic questions around a key topic.
For the last several years, four Jewish schools in the Baltimore Jewish community have been expelling students who have not received their vaccinations.
Never sacrifice the people who matter for anything of lesser importance…
Printed from: http://www.jewishpress.com/sections/magazine/teens-twenties/a-week-without-a-phone/2013/12/06/
Scan this QR code to visit this page online: