The last of the mohicans has fallen. My colleague, David Levinson, told me,
“how can you expect to be a self-respecting and authoritative voice on the future of urban transport if you don’t own a smart phone?”
Owing to this and other complications, I just acquired my first cell phone in 43 years. Based on 24 hours of use, I have three semi-philosophical observations:
1. We (as a society) have the lost the art of planning (e.g., where should we meet? It does not matter, I will text you).
2. No one asks for directions anymore; our ability to accurately give them is probably at an all-time low as well (not that it was anything great to begin with).
3. No one talks on the phone anymore, socially. We have seemingly moved to texting for all socially related interpersonal communication when physical proximity jeopardized (and even then texting seems preferred).