I’ve taken a break from this space for some time now. Mostly this has been due to writer’s block. For the life of me I couldn’t think of anything trivial enough to write about. Things have been pretty serious around here: peace talks are in the toilet – raise your hand if you’re sorry about this. Then there was the fire in the Carmel followed by the firestorm in the Knesset and the media. And all of this was followed by the hurricane on Sunday which blew over one of my cypress trees. Well, this was serious to me. But I spent an inordinate amount of time in this period struggling with my new phone.
All I wanted out of life was to download a few ringtones, nothing too fancy. I would go to Google and could plainly see that there was nothing wrong with the connection. But from there the browser would just not work. Ok, once in a while it would give me something like you’d throw a bone to a dog. Most of the time, however, nothing/nada/bupkiss. It was getting me down.
Then yesterday I had a breakthrough. Now, I am renowned in the computer world for the gentleness of my touch and I have never worn-out a keyboard. You see, it turns out that touchscreen is something of a misnomer. I found this out when I tapped the infernal thing quite hard, more out of frustration than inspiration, and it blooming worked!
Suddenly I was able to acquire a few nice pieces like Debussy’s “Girl with the Flaxen Hair.” I’ve never actually seen flax and so I don’t really know what it looks like, but I think this is about a blonde girl because men never change. For my ringtone I went with Coldplay’s “Viva la Vida” – just because I love it. I’m so relieved. I think I may also be unblocked.
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When my firstborn was a baby, he was partial to Viva la Vida.
I also wanted to inform you that you're more technologically advanced than a woman in her 30s - I share a cell phone with my husband, and it has no special ringtone, let alone a touchscreen. I'm pretty sure people snicker at me behind my back.
I wonder what it was about the song that appealed to the baby. I'm guessing it wasn't the lyrics. And I'm sure people don't snicker at you. They probably wonder, as do I, how on earth you share a phone. Do you get it on alternate days, or do you work together?
Your guess is as good as mine when it comes to the baby's (now toddler) taste in music - at the time, he also liked a couple of songs in German, a language I don't speak, as far as I know.
We manage to share the mobile because I'm a throwback - a real, live stay-at-home mom. There are various other boring details involved, of course - but it basically gets handed off any time one of us ventures off alone (having one vehicle helps). It takes determination, commitment, and hatred of cellphone contracts, bills, technology and especially, cellphone culture.
It probably would have been more fun if I just answered, "magic."
Stay-at-home-mom and boring are not phrases I would use in the same sentence. Far from boring, I would think it's really difficult and challenging. I hear you about cell phone culture. It used to be that when you saw someone walking down the street talking loudly to no one you can see, you took it as a sign of schizophrenia. Now it's the norm.
I personally like to pretend everyone who's shamlessly and loudly talking on a cellphone in public is actually schizophrenic. It's easier to pretend they don't know any better, and it prevents me from behaving rudely myself.
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