When I very, very first moved to LA at the tender age of 20, I had no cell phone. Did they even exist then? I somehow made my way to Hollywood and moved straight into a youth hostel til I found a little place up in the hills. Livin' on a dream and a 3k limit credit card. God - I wish I could be that naive again...or maybe I am. I just somehow knew I'd "make it" - whatever that meant then, and whatever that means now.
How did I even get around? How did anyone ever contact me - I had no phone! How did I get jobs, how did I communicate with the world? I think I got a beeper minute one. Could you imagine toting around a chunky pager these days?
Everywhere you step - and I mean from the dang volcanoes of Indonesia to the outlaw desert lands of Baja to the yummy smelling kitchens NYC, every single person has a cell phone. Some even sport the dreaded blue tooth. You can skype from the iphone - ring back home to anywhere in the world for pennies. You can work the floor, or the kitchen, or the trails, or the dusty backroads - all while making shit happen on your cell.
Chores get done, errands get run, fun is had, work is completed no matter where you are in the universe. I met a pal at Corner Bistro in NYC a bit back and while I sat there sipping martinis awaiting his arrival, I tucked away my cell and made buds with the regulars and the Mexican employees - hopping behind the bar to snap photos of anything that caught my eye. I let them do the communicating for once - all things happening while watching the tele, sizzling up incred burgers, frying up crispy fries, texting on their phones, taking incomings on the blue tooth and watching me ignore my phone and focus all attention on them.
Back to the basics - it felt real good to disconnect, open up my eyes, and really watch dark bar moments unfold.
And, I guess I never had the opportunity (until that day) to show someone how to pound on the raised 57 on a bottle of Ketchup to make it pour out. No more shaking til a migraine sprouts up!