A normal Phone with gin and tonic Apps for the Aged
April 1, 2013
You can never be sure of how society will move forward but I am glad that I most likely won’t be around to find out how the grandchildren will fare in a world that now seems to connect mainly by pushing little buttons on a plastic-metal box with a small coloured screen.
We are facing a friendless world with ‘face-book’ friends but with the chances of meeting in the real flesh diminishing as years go by. When did you last actually go outside to shop for a dress or box of veggies or was that done with the help of those little buttons as well?
I remember my parents were quick of the mark with being one of the first to have a telephone back in 1946 or so. It was a large black glimmering device bolted onto the floral wallpapered wall of our lounge room. This telephone would give off a loud ring and when telephoning someone it was done by a rotating disc with the numbers being large and clearly written on them. It was a gadget that would reassure us in its reliable functionality and simplicity. It was clearly a telephone.
The telephone book of Rotterdam then was very thin. Most just used to walk across the road or around the block to visit friends and family. We lived close by to family and friends. If not we would send a letter.
Now, the phone as a telephone has just about disappeared. I am driven beyond sanity when trying to have just a phone. The land-line is prohibitively expensive and now includes all sorts of extras that I don’t want. We now pay line rentals and GST (vat) plus options for complicated ‘menus of retrievals and voice banking.’ I just want what my parents had; a normal phone that has a reassuring ring. It was life affirming and did not give attacks of anxiety as phone calls seem to do now. They now seem to have a sense of dread and foreboding of possible grief and immense sadness.
I now just want a device that is called ‘mobile phone’ (or cell phone in the US). It is far from mobile as it seems to imprison more than liberate. Just look at the anxiety written all over those hapless souls on street corners or shopping malls, trains and busses. All tapping away or glued to this mobile phone. ‘I am going shopping to Aldi” I overheard one of those tappers saying.
I was so desperately pleading with one of those cell-phone franchises; “please can I just have a cell phone that is a phone”. Incredibility staring back at me with total incomprehension as an extra. “What do you mean?” “I mean a phone as a phone.” “I don’t normally have an urge to take a photo when I want to just telephone someone, nor do I have a burning need to listen to a radio or save messages, bank voice mail or retrieve last week’s riveting event at the shopping mall.” I also don’t normally play games such as chess, monopoly or want a weather report on the phone.”
“I sometimes just want to make a simple telephone call to my friend who is in hospital with a knee replacement.” “I don’t want messages of missed calls or reminders about credit,” nor send e-mail or want face-bookings with Russian sex Goddesses.
“Can’t you just sell me a phone that I can carry around?”
She, the franchise lady, smiled. “You are an old man and grump around that fact”. She could have said, but she didn’t. “Your parents despaired when the ball-point was invented and people started slurping Coke”. Did it ruin you, she continued? No, but that was different. We still did our tables and could write and spell. Now it is all “C U in 2 mnts, r u ok?” and the supermarket girl can’t figure out the cost of butter of $2. -, and give the change from $20. – without checking the electronic screen.
“You are still a curmudgeon and at the end of your miserable life”, she could also have added. (but didn’t)
It is true; I had some sad and unfortunate life changing experiences that you will experience as well. That is if you don’t get hit by a truck while sending text messages to your ring-nosed boyfriend in the meantime, I added smugly.
By now, the franchise girl became agitated and called the manager. He comes up; looks me over while rocking on his heels. “You sound as if you want one of our new models for the hard of hearing and blind”. “It also has a handy Velcro strap to put on your walking frame and a clip-on for the outside rim of a commode, (just in case of a bout of intestinal hurry). It comes with Galaxy Apps for the aged, he added with a smile. Gt fkd, C U at the Crmtrium, ashes to ashes. (I so wished…)
I just want a phone.
Tags: 1946, Apps, Fuck, Galaxy, GST, Rotterdam, Russia, Sex Goddess, Telephone, VAT Posted in Gerard Oosterman |

My mobile phone is about 7 years old and is a phone and a camera. No apps, no gliding through life, no internet. When it carks it I am probably going to have to go all ultra techy. One of my daughters has the ultimate phone and it is brilliant. It is also necessary for her work. Fortunately the comany pays for it. It is the cost which concerns me. I just use pre-paid long life and so it is economical.
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I use pre-paid and generally don’t reload till I need to make a call stretching it to over thirty days.
The only tablet I have is for my thyroid which I take daily.
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I’m with you. My phone is waterproof, built like a brick, and the only extra is a torch.
If you really want to stay connected, you could get one of these: http://www.abc.net.au/radionational/programs/drive/technology-tuesday-with-marc-fennell/4605996
One can then, ‘check in’, wherever one is. “I’m at Western Cyberia’s macdonalds’, ‘I’m at the gym’, ‘I’ve just passed a stool’.
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LOL, Big M.
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I passed three to some tourists.
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Was that all in one sitting?
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No, the last one was in Woolies car park (behind a FordV8 and standing)
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So, when will we get together and come face to face? We used to meet up in Rotterdam back in 1946. We had a kettle that whistled and had time for tea to draw.
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Perhaps we could all meet in a real, not virtual, pub??
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That seems a good idea. Perhaps somewhere in the middle?
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Inner Western Cyberia sounds good!
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I think I live in Inner Western Cyberia if I close my eyes and look at the accumuluation of flickering light on the back of my eyelids.
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That is, I must qualify that, if I stand out on the side of the Highway in heavy traffic.
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Try this, Gez: adopt the Buddhist approach. Abandon your longing for things to be as they used to be. Accept that change is built into life and that sometimes it may please you while at other times it will cause pain.
It is said that pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional.
Except that suffering is included with line rental these days and that makes it harder to ignore, I’ll grant you.
I caught the train today. As I’ve commented before, almost nobody just sits or converses to another human or watches the scenery whoosh past. EVERYONE is fiddling with their smartphones. Sometimes I am in there with them too.
The upside is that I get to read huge amounts of stuff and also watch purchased episodes of “The Wire” – one ball tearer of a cop drama. Foodge put me on to it. No ads and I can indulge a new hobby – binge TV series watching. Whenever the mood suits me and au have a moment. The downside is that I suspect that this generation of always wired people will develop a total intolerance of boredom or some kind of psychosis when deprived of our little glowing friends.
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We watched The Wire on TV. Very good but I can’t imagine watching it on a smart phone on the train to Oatley or Parramatta while sitting next to someone totally enthralled by a re-run of I love Lucy..
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True, the iPad, though is excellent for watching the wire even in the train but with headphones. Antisocial, but very entertaining.
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I am reminded of Clifford D Simak’s “Huddling Place”, a short story he wrote back in the forties. In this story the population of earth are all to one degree or another suffering from agoraphobia brought on by their increasing reliance on smart technology to create and mediate their contact with other people.
Prescient to say the least, it focuses on the psychological outcomes for those that rely on machines for contact. At this time we can’t know where our burgeoning technologies will lead us, whether for good or ill, and this cautionary tale will reward the modern reader with a view of one possible outcome.
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Thanks for the tip, G. I think I might download a copy.
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Pertinent quote:
“Here was another huddling place. Not a huddling place for one’s body, but one’s mind. A psychological campfire that held a man within the circle of light.
If you’re keen you should also look for “The Futurological Congress” by Stanislav Lem.
“Dinner with Aileen again, at the “Bronx.” A sweet girl, always has something to say, not like those women in the scuttle who let their handbag computers carry all the conversation. Today at the Lost and Found I saw three of the things quietly chatting in a corner, until they got into an argument.”
Change handbag computer to tablet and voilà.
One of the best pieces of seventies dystopia and also a very rewarding read.
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I am forced to consider from the contemporary view of a woman with a vocal disability the comparative image of the women in a scuttle. I have several recordings of my voice from before it was damaged and a techie these days will soon if not already be able to fashion a speaking mechanism that facilitates my always having something to say.
Equipped with a handbag computer that carries the conversation. 🙂
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Good to see you back, shoe, no matter in which fashion you conduct your conversations…
We like a woman with opinions 🙂
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I suspect my opinions and enquiry and insight ie regards anything to do with vocalisation are more valuable than even I realise, helvityni. There ought to be a public enquiry. 🙂
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