Hang Up The Damn Phone.

Is it time for cellular telephony to take a break?  There answer is wholeheartedly YES.  Social engineer and cultural icon Jordan Simkovic is spearheading a brand new anti-technology campaign:                      The Cellphone Challenge!  

“If you are on the phone or texting in public, you miss out on beauty around you. Pick two days when you dont have any urgent or pressing concerns and leave your cell phone at home. Experience the people and nature in your environment. If after two days you still feel withdrawal symptoms, you are welcome to re-enter the 21st century.” -from Facebook.com group page

I think Simkovic is onto something here. Too many cellular cyborgs are overly engrossed in meaningless conversation and text based communication.  It’s a beautiful world out there, but the magnificent marvels of the natural universe seem to be passing unnoticed as mobile telephony increasingly dominates human behavior.

Perhaps it’s time to stop and smell the roses, literally.  I’m told that our planet truly is in peril and that mother nature is trapped in a violent domestic relationship with father technology.  So get with the program, follow Simkovic’s lead and hang up the damn phone.

For more on The Cell Phone Challenge click here.

Revolving Doors.

It’s good to stop every once in a while to admire the simple things in life, especially the simple things that on second glance are really not so simple.  Today, as I was walking out of the lobby of a large midtown office building, I noticed the most peculiar thing.  One of the three revolving doors at the entranceway was missing.  A few workmen appeared to be fixing the contraption, and the large glass doors had been removed.  It looked empty and odd.  I guess this qualifies under the “sometimes you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone” column.

I’d like to take a moment to give some long overdue praise to one of the world’s most under appreciated marvels: the Revolving Door.

Apples and Honey. Aint’ Nothing Wrong With That.

 

 

Try and tell this kid that the Jewish new year ain’t a great day to be alive.  Nuff’ Said.  Love, Andy