Dear iPhone, I know we've been together for a few years, but we need to talk.
From libraries to public transportation, everyone is always on his or her phone and they’re always being very rude about it. As a misanthrope I find everything about society to be extremely irritating but overheard phone conversations really grinds my gears. Who’s with me? All of you? Ok!
Idol was perhaps the first show on television to have as much of a life off the screen as on. These days we are used to The Hills girls, Bachelor contestants, Real Housewives and Jersey Shore housemates seeing their dramas spill over from the shows that made them famous to the covers of the tabloids and the greater celeb-obsessed blogosphere.
Receiving a text message gives me a blissful, momentary high. A day without access to the internet is a sad day. If a couple of days go by and I haven’t signed onto Facebook (like that ever happens), I get antsy and feel out of the loop. This loathsome habit isn’t exactly an insightful revelation that came from deep soul searching or a problem unique to myself.
Recently, I was given the opportunity to fly out to NYC, shack up at a nice little hotel in the Fashion District, and attend a Windows press event in an art gallery in Chelsea. Yes, my life is pretty baller. To add to the excitement, I was able to get an inside scoop on the new Windows Phone 7, which is in stores now and looking like a pretty nice addition to your technology arsenal.
Not everyone has a smartphone. It’s true! Though they are excellent devices, and can even be productivity-boosters for the savvy student, they are expensive--and parents are unlikely to see the need for a smartphone to be as urgent as you see it.
My desk is cluttered with post-it notes of things I don't want to forget about, magazine clippings, receipts, class notes, and more. The mess, plus being occasionally scatter-brained, drives me crazy and sometimes even causes me to forget about important events or due dates. I used to try to figure how I could keep it all organized in a way that would make it all easy to access and find what I need--but now Evernote does all that for me!
So there was that one crazy night - you lost count of Jell-O shots, games of beer pong, and perhaps even where you were. You wake up in the morning, the grogginess sets in, and you feel your wallet, your keys, and -- that's it. Your phone is AWOL, and in the new era of technology you're up a creek without a paddle as a college student.
Now, let's be honest for a second. In this day and age, everyone is hyper-connected so it's become totally normal and expected to be texting and calling and Facebooking no matter where we are and who we're with. But how are you supposed to apply the basics (smile + eye contact) when you're constantly looking at your stinkin' phone?!
I’m a ridiculously sound sleeper (seriously, I’ve slept through earthquakes), which makes it really difficult for me to get up in the morning. When I first went away to college and I didn’t have my parents or sister to yell at me to get up when I hit the snooze button for a third time, I realized how big of a problem this could be.
How familiar does this scenario sound to you? You're driving in your car or walking to class when you suddenly get a great idea or remember you have to do something...but by the time you get a chance to write it down, you've already forgotten it. Or maybe you simply forgot to write down an assignment right when it was assigned...and then forget to turn it in.
It’s no secret that we live in a technology-obsessed age. Smart phones dominate our lives, laptops are constantly...on our laps, and a few hours sans wireless scares us more than the recession. Although they’ve all made life undeniably cushy, they’ve also impinged upon a practice that is absolutely essential for our mental and physical health
Even though summer should be all about relaxing and enjoying the sun, many of us are so busy with our own internships and work that we often forget to take care of ourselves. And even when we do, pampering on a budget seems almost impossible. (Um, hello $65, one-time facial). Pretty soon we're pasty, tired and moody to boot.
A few years ago, Andrew Schaper was a high school student with the same organization problems I have. In order to solve these problems, he created Soshiku, a website that helps you manage and keep track of all your school assignments.
Despite the fact that I ran around for weeks downing Airbourne and bathing myself in hand sanitizer, I couldn’t outrun the flu and it currently has me severely down and out (don’t worry I’m not about to sprout a curly tail over here, it’s just our regular old seasonal pal).
This fall weather is quickly beginning to feel a lot like winter. Sweaters and tights are being traded in for winter fleeces and long-johns. You may think you're good to go with your new crochet Uggs and long, puffy North Face jacket, but there's a lot more out there this winter when it comes to accessories.
I’ve known Meagan since elementary school, and she’s always been one of the happiest people I know (she’s a cheerleader so she has to be, I guess). Her clothing choices are always full of color and spunk, and she is the definition of cute: a tiny body with a big personality that shines through her outfits.
Dear Obnoxious Phone Users of the World: While I will never deny that my cell phone has allowed me the opportunity to amuse myself during a boring class, I understand that there is a time and a place for texting.
Even with all the apps already available, most notably the ones that make you fat, there are still things that we wish the iPhone could do for us. Like laundry. Or take the garbage out. Too bad Apple hasn't come out with some sort of external thumb feature...
(Guy, talking on the phone.) Guy: I have the best story. Dude, it's crazy. So I was in the darkroom, and this girl was developing... like, these naked pictures, right? And they looked kinda like her. So I went over, and... I asked her, "hey, is that you?" And she was like "yeah". Geez. Best day of my life.
I’m sure every sexy CC reader has gotten the awkward “Can I have yo numba?” from a not so appealing guy. While some of you are fine with flat out saying “No,” I’m looking to all the other ladies who decide to give up their numbers (or more...) “just to be polite.”
I'm addicted to technology. If I'm not at my computer something is very, very wrong with me then I'm checking my Facebook/email/Twitter/stock updates on my iPhone. I text when I drive, when I work, and even when I'm in the same house as my roommates. I can't even fight with a friend face to face anymore.
We all know that texting while drunk is a horrible idea (can we say misspelled embarrassment, much?), just as much as drunk dialing. However, texting while doing other things can prove to be even more dangerous.
I think I'd die without technology. I’m constantly texting, I check my email six times a day and I use Google for everything. When I’m bored, my DSi is there to entertain me. Everything I do is coupled with some sort of technology, which is probably pretty obvious since I write about it every week.
The world is a changin' my friends, and I so don't want to be left behind. That's kind of how I feel with the whole blackberry/iPhone phenomenon. Here I am with my little, dinky LG chocolate. I used to think my phone was so cool- - I mean, it's frickin red and can play music -- but now I'm not so sure.