Back in the cyberworld of pixels, my daily dose of ‘friends’ pics on Facebook finds me whispering, more pixels, please. Cell phone cameras are handy, however I know how impossible it is to see anything on a cellphone during daylight. Some of the shots are clearly not cell camera created and just wanted to tweak here and there.
Summer at the coast is not always the best time of year in SoCAl. We’ve had more than our share of overcast and fog. A little wandering around with my cell, a young girl sitting on our curb reading – yes, reading not padding away on some electronic gadget.
Two plants which line our stairs. Both with my cell, the bright blooms were not enhanced, just the spiky one.
The sun has finally made an appearance, perhaps it will grace our skies a few more days.
Carrying a cell in my purse while out with Max can be awkward. Digging through the dark hole filled with wallet, small notebook, make-up, tissues, car keys and on occasion a doggie poop bag, empty of course, can take time. So much easier to slip that cell in the back pocket of my jeans. One quick pull and my Galaxy is retrieved, ringing and showing me a photo of the caller. That would be the norm.
Now everyone has a secret. A secret password, a secret identity, a secret friend. Even a secret bank account. Not to mention some very secret conversations. It seems that my back pocket is privy to all kinds of secrets. Some delicious, some strange, humorous or downright frightening.
Somewhere in my Galaxy there is a deviousness that I had not expected when I first purchased this gem. Oh so attractive, oh such a large screen. Brilliant color, a camera which would accommodate my moods when not carrying my Canon. There was nothing more my Galaxy wanted to do than please my fingers as a I tapped away the hours. Right.
Now, let’s talk about “Pocket Dialing.” It happens. Perhaps my phone is on vibrate so I never hear “hello” coming from my back pocket. But the person on the other end, if they decide to listen, will hear all kinds of sounds. Crunching through a gravel trail, encouraging the dog to ‘go potty’ – thinking aloud about the scenery, a conversation with my partner about the state of the country and what we might have for dinner. Pretty bland stuff so I doubt no one listens for long. But, you can bet I get a call at home from the recipient of the pocket dialing.
A few years ago a client was in a motel with her young child and a male friend. To the best of my knowledge, she wasn’t supposed to be there but at our women’s shelter for victims of domestic violence.
My phone rang. I answered. Nothing but some background noise. Then I heard a small child’s voice, and the mother call her by name. I knew that the child was more than a handful. Then the fight started. Not between mother and child, but between my client and an unknown male. It raged on and on. I was helpless. I waited to see if either of them mentioned the name of the motel. Frustrated, I hung up and wished there had been away to record the fight. In the end, I found out that the child would take the cell phone out of her mother’s purse and punch numbers, I was on speed dial. They were both okay.
In another instance, my phone and I did the same tap dance. Within in seconds I heard a familiar male voice talking with someone else. I heard footsteps, a door closing and the sound of a zipper. You would be surprised how loud a zipper can sound when the cell is in your pocket. Click.
We have a friend who now lives in Mexico, just across the border from San Diego. He usually calls about every two or three weeks. With no caller ID on my landline, I never know who, or what is on the other end. This day I could hear a discussion about gas and how many pesos it would be. The sound of a metal hose, the whoosh of gas being released in the tank. More footsteps. It took a few moments to recognize our friend’s voice – speaking in another language. I was sorry there was no way to get his attention.
If you have a “Pocket Dialing” story, please share it with us. Don’t be bashful, just be gutsy and spill it.
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While out on one of our trail walks, I paused to look at a dead bush while hubby and Max kept their usual pace. I dropped my pole, fished my cell phone out of my back pocket and pointed it in the direction of what had attracted me. First of all, I could only see myself in my Galaxy S2’s screen – I know noon is a bad time of day to take photos. But, we were there.
The original is pretty washed out as it was another June gloom day. Then I ran the shot through my new editing software. Just maybe you can see what I saw when I first spotted the bush. I like to call it “DYING OF THIRST.”
Then there is a very old tractor sitting on a bank in front of a ‘throw-back’ restaurant, a garden center with chickens running through it, a Mexican pottery place, a liquor store and guitar center. And, a place where migrant workers hang out hoping for some day labor.
Another fence along a paved trail behind a new development.
TALK isn’t cheap on this phone – the world’s most expensive mobile worth £5MILLION.
The iPhone 4 is wrapped in 500 flawless cut diamonds, totalling 100 carats.
It has two interchangeable diamonds for the “home” button, together worth more than £4million.
Liverpool designer Stuart Hughes, 38, was commissioned to make it by a wealthy Australian.
Stuart, a phone jeweller since 2003, said: “I doubt it will get used because it is worth so much money.”
This iPhone 4 is a symbol of just how insecure some people are. I am willing to bet this gem encrusted communication device will only pick up calls from The Damtshaa diamond mine located in Botswana – or perhaps the “Crater of Diamonds”, located in Murfreesboro, Arkansas. After-all, why bother with calling us peons who think rhinestones and cubic zirconia dangling from ears and, dare I say bellybuttons, are worth those precious mobile minutes. You can bet this bit of extravagant, modern-day megaphone will be locked up in some ‘strong room’ with Lloyds of London carrying the paper.
My old flip phone works fine, I even wipe it down so I can see the tiny screen with my dog’s puss staring back at me. Once in awhile I give the phone a special treat and make a call to MO, you know that great state with that fabulous arch. I see it blinking at me from the charger – green light. Gotta go.