The Skill I Didn’t Know I’d Forgotten

The most extraordinary thing happened the other day. A friend invited me to go to a concert. She was going to pick me up, but she had never been to my home before. A few days earlier, she had asked for my address, and I gladly gave it to her.

On the day of the event, she texted me to say what time she would arrive and reminded me to be ready since she lives about 25 to 30 minutes away, give or take. I got ready, went downstairs, and waited for her to arrive.

A few minutes later, she called and asked for directions. She wanted to know if she should turn onto one street, then another, and then another. I was surprised because I just drive there automatically, and everyone else usually uses GPS. I asked if she had GPS, and she told me she couldn’t use it while talking to me. I thought, “Come on now, yes you can.” You can use GPS while on a conversation.

She kept asking whether she should turn right or left at various intersections. I was completely confused. Honestly, I didn’t know the exact turns because driving home is automatic for me. She was lost for so long that I finally decided to walk to the main street, thinking I might spot her there.

Still nothing.

At that point, I wondered: Where in the world could she be?

I decided to keep walking toward the main street, figuring it would be easier to meet her there while we stayed on the phone. The whole time, I was intrigued. Why was she having so much difficulty finding the place when she supposedly had GPS? It literally tells you where to go: turn right, turn left, make a U-turn. Recalculating. Recalculating.

We went back and forth for quite a while as I tried to guide her using landmarks rather than street numbers. Eventually, I spotted her car, and she spotted me. I got in, we greeted each other, and it was then that I realized what had been going on all along.

She wasn’t using GPS. She doesn’t believe in the technology and avoids leaving digital data behind. She doesn’t want the government collecting information about her movements. I found this especially ironic because she was calling me on the very device she was trying not to be tracked through—her cellphone.

I was startled, surprised, and honestly a little amazed that there are still intelligent people out there who refuse to use GPS. Instead, she was navigating the old-fashioned way—with a map and handwritten directions.

When I finally understood what was happening, I was genuinely stunned.

My friend wasn’t fighting with her GPS. She didn’t have one running at all. Instead, she had done something I hadn’t seen in years: she— with her husband’s help—, had mapped the route herself. Before leaving home, she studied the roads, wrote down directions, and set out with nothing more than a piece of paper and her memory.

For a moment, I felt as though I had stepped into a different era.

What surprised me most wasn’t that she got lost. It was that she even knew how to attempt the journey that way. Somewhere between smartphones, navigation apps, and satellite guidance, I had quietly surrendered an entire skill set without noticing.

The truth is, if you asked me to drive across town with nothing but a map, I would probably stare at it the way a medieval scholar might stare at a spaceship manual.

As she described how she planned her route, memorized key turns, and adjusted when things didn’t go as expected, I realized I wasn’t listening to someone who was behind the times. I was listening to someone using a skill I no longer possessed.

It made me wonder what other abilities we have handed over to technology so completely that we’ve forgotten we ever had them.

Need directions? GPS.
Need a phone number? Contacts.
Need to remember an appointment? Calendar alerts.

At some point, convenience became dependence. And that’s when an uncomfortable thought crossed my mind: if civilization lost GPS tomorrow, my friend would probably make it home just fine.

I’m not nearly as confident about myself.

WiFi, It Is Art!

Luis Hernan set up a system that turned the wireless signals around him into colorful, ghostlike images using long-exposure photography, allowing people to see the strength of the signals around them.”  Yes, it is art. Have fun. The works of artist Luis Hernan. Click here for some more art.

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The Original Mobile Phone

DSC_0294It talks back to you. It talks back at you. It takes pictures. It takes notes. It wakes you up. It plays music. It plays video.

You might teach it a song. You may talk to it. You may play games on it.

It tells you what time it is. It tells you where to go. It makes you smile. It makes you laugh. It makes you feel good.

It is like a bandage attached to your hips, a cord that never sleeps, your carrying card to a membership that thousands are members but only you ride it.

It comes with its own color, dress code and its own lipstick. It is annoying to some and savior to others. Some even breathe, sleep and eat it.

It tells you stories. It bears your soul. It pays your bill.

DSC_0296Soon it will be serving you a meal at your favorite restaurant, open your favorite beer, turn off the light at the office. Yes, it is the cellphone, mobile, extra terrestrial, whatever you want to call it and it is here to stay.

Gone are the pay phones, the mobile phones of yesterday, the germ infested stations of the world, the boom box of all mother cellphones that resembles a glass window rain station then anything else.

IMG_5337Yes, I miss looking for a coin. I miss asking a passerby if they had twenty five cents to spear. I miss the sound of the coin falling in the box. I miss “please add ten cents”. I miss calling the operator to please make a collect call.

I miss tons of things but at least the conversation was private, the world did not know what restaurant I was going to and who I was meeting with for lunch, when I entered that room and closed that door, the world was my oyster. I could jump, scream, fart, tap and no one would care. At least I did not interrupt anyone’s meal or the quietness of the train ride whenever the phone rang. At least, there were many at least’s but nothing like coming across a phone booth. Yes, a public phone, a phone booth, a treasure.

I was engulfed with a tremendous sense of awe, an indiscernible astonishment when I saw them. They are not lost after all, they have not vanished, they are not today’s museum, they still  exist. I just have to thank whoever is keeping them alive, I guess they are needed after all, they can come in handy!

And here they are. Enjoy some interesting phone stations I found while cruising Italy, Switzerland, Portugal and the US. Have fun and delight yourselves!

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