I bought a new one for $12 but have yet to program, limping along with unread texts (or who knows, maybe sexts). The major advantage of a flip phone is when you lose it — happens often– it’s only $12. Time for a Smart Phone already.
But we hardly need yet another DTA (digitally transmitted addiction), already having fallen in Apres TJ le Deluge. Roger Cohen says addicts check their phones 221 times daily.
Before starting this magazine, I might have been on the barricade with Roger Cohen sympathizing with his near eulogy — half self-deprecation, half self-congratulation — on the death of the reader. And from what better barricade than the print pages of the New York Times’ Opinion-Editorial Columns.
In his doleful lament on the digital transmission of language, Cohen brings up the poor calligrapher displaced by Gutenberg. Why not go all the way back to the 7th Letter where Plato accuses written language of doing injury to memory and meaning?
Born in 1955 before the newly-termed Bridge Generation, Cohen’s uneasy journey over the Bridge seems one of “passing,” of a ventriloquizing self. More of loss than gain.
Finally, Roger’s fear — all eyes on their smartphone — is that there can be “no community at all with downward gazes.”
And ones not sundered but tethered together by digital technology (where we have tried to play a small part).
And if you are reading this, there must still be readers.
Speaking of which — without sounding like a WXXI pitch — this magazine, this community, will not survive without your literary and visual contributions. A community needs readers and writers.