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Telephone tip

samsung galaxy s5I depend on my cellphone.

Most people do these days.

It’s never more apparent than when you misplace it or break it for even a single day.

It’s like losing a limb.

And I am ever so grateful to have my cellphone in hand when I’m walking down the sidewalk and see a couple of petition people lying in wait.

Like today.

I’m sure the two young ladies had something important to discuss with me — they always do, right? — but I just wanted to be on my way.  And my cellphone allowed me to do just that.

As soon as the petition people were in view, I put the cellphone to my ear and begin having a fascinating conversation.

With no one.

The petition people don’t bother folks on the phone.

Give it a try yourself sometime.

WAH!

You know how little kids will cry and scream like they’re dying, and then suddenly turn the tears off like a faucet?

It is surprisingly effective in adulthood.

no signalWhen I was walking Rory before dinner tonight, I heard shouting and crying from somewhere in my neighborhood.  Soon I discovered the source — a woman walking on the other side of my street, having a  fit on her cellphone.

Then suddenly her cellphone signal appeared to drop, and so did the tantrum.

She stopped crying. Her face went slack. She looked as calm and cool as a cucumber as she redialed the number. But as soon as the other party picked up —

Insanity.

I have no idea how successful she was pleading her case on the phone, but she certainly got everyone’s attention on my street.

 

 

All in the family

My friend Leah and I went to the US Open tennis tournament today hoping to see favorite players.

Me, Djokovic at the practice courts. Her, Verdasco in his early round match. We were both successful. (Leah even shook Verdasco’s hand.)

jack sockBut we did not expect to meet Jack Sock’s aunt and uncle on the train platform on our way back into the city!

But we did.

They were chatting with friends and were curious about the matches that were still in progress.  And since both of us were intent on our cellphones, they asked for an update.

We ended up talking until we arrived at Penn Station.

I think that counts as yet another sports celebrity encounter — don’t you?

 

Crackers!

I sometimes envy bloggers who have gone the ‘photo a day’ route…especially when I’m tired and finding it difficult to string words together into a pithy theme.

But then I look at the really good ones.

Let’s face it — even if I grabbed my phone (because I’d be using my cell instead of an expensive camera) — I wouldn’t do the subject justice compared to some of the talented folks posting pics online every day.

One of my favs is a former student. You may not be able to see her photos on Facebook unless you’re lucky enough to be her friend, but she has a great eye and sense of humor.

Here’s a fun one from earlier this year entitled “Survivors”:

Survivors

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gotta love Goldfish…

Water, water everywhere

It is a frequent (and very sad) Facebook status:

“I’ve dropped my cellphone in water. Email me until I get it replaced.”

watery phoneThis hasn’t happened to me yet. But as recently as last month, I heard similar tales from family and friends. And I am always sympathetic (to keep karma on my side).

Today I offer a possible solution.

It’s called DryBox Rescue, a service offered by authorized dealers around the country.  Your soggy cellphone is placed in a patent-pending drying chamber.  The moisture is then removed —  at the molecular level — in less than 30 minutes.

It also works on other small electronic devices that are drawn to the toilet and sink —  mp3 players, cameras, GPS units, etc.

Full disclosure:  I’ve never used this service; I’ve just read about it in an airline magazine.  But it sounds like a much better option than 1) rice or 2) throwing away your pricey smart phone.

So, give it a look.  Other than the rather unfortunate name, I think it shows promise.

Ouch, my nose

What happens when you try to write your blog post late at night…in bed?

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My language was cleaner, of course…

Sure shot

While checking the time on my cellphone last night, I accidentally took this photo.

On BroadwayI was waiting outside the backstage door at Kinky Boots on 45th Street between 8th and 9th Avenues here in Manhattan.  I think the building in the shot is across the street.

The picture is grainy and off-kilter, but I kinda like it.

It looks like an action shot taken from a car…or maybe on the way down, before the photographer hit the pavement.

And I bet a few visitors to New York City might find its disorientation  a reflection of their feelings from time to time during their trip.

Me?  I just hit the wrong button on my phone.

Did someone hit redial?

Happy 40th Birthday, Cellphone!

cellphone birthdayThat’s right.  Forty years ago today, Motorola engineer Martin Cooper made the first cellphone call — to one of his rival engineers at Bell Labs, no less — and made telecommunications history.

Looking at your ‘baby photo’ at left — a cellphone model that I see turn up in old movies and television sitcom reruns all the time — I can honestly say…

You look even younger today.

(You really do.)

Icicles

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I have been playing with the photo editor on my new Samsung Galaxy SIII camera.

This pic makes me happy.

It is just my silver hoops colorized beyond recognition. I mean, they were laying on a red throw…and look at them now.

Icy, blue and floating in midair.

Appearances are deceiving…but way cool.

Final answer

Yesterday I mentioned I was doing something that scared me.  As it turned out, that ‘thing’ stretched into today as well.

I was a contestant on Who Wants to be a Millionaire.

Two days, you say?  The show only lasts a half hour.

You are correct.  I spent two days in holding, waiting to be selected to play the game.

Holding is a small room with couches and two windows.  You can’t use your cellphone or the Internet or have any contact with the outside world.  The game show producers keep all potential contestants sequestered there to eliminate any appearance or chance of cheating.

I did finally get to meet Meredith and play the show late this afternoon.  She is as nice as she appears; I made her laugh so hard at one point, they had to stop tape — that’s a personal point of pride.

I can’t talk about the questions I received or reveal the outcome of my game; all I’m legally able to say is “tune in next year” (which is when my episode will most likely air).

When I am notified of the air date, I’ll pass it along.

Everyone watching?  Now, that’s really scary.