Project 313 – Post No. 015

We went for a walk. It was the other day, as I write this, so it was almost a week ago based on when this will get published. We walked a couple of miles (almost). I had my P900 with me but — as we exited the complex and turned South on Aliʻi Drive — I realized I didn’t have my phone. 

Melisa had her S8, so we weren’t in danger of being disconnected from the rest of the world but I still had this urge to go back to the unit and get the phone. Ostensively, it was because of the Note’s 8 cameras (yes, there are two) . . . but I had a camera with me and one that’s more versatile than the phone’s. I mean, yes, the Note 8 allows for different types of photos than the regular camera — not better; just different — but nothing I couldn’t replicate with the P900. 

We kept walking, in part because I didn’t want to admit dependency to the comforting weight of the phone in my pocket. But, truthfully, the whole time I “didn’t feel right” and my mind kept going back to the tragedy of me falling victim to one of the most dreaded of First World Problems: separation from my phone resulting in a lack of immediate access to all the Interweb has to offer (and the second half of that wasn’t even true because we did have a phone with us . . . just not mine). It was a double tragedy because it was of my own making!

It was all fine, of course; I used the P900 and snapped a few interesting photos to add to the thousands of other interesting photos I have . . . but it got me thinking. 

I’m old enough to remember a time when we didn’t have a phone with us at all times. Mind you, I would have liked to have one as I wanted to keep in touch with Melisa when we were apart. In that regard, e-mail works very well. Texting fulfills some of the same function but I don’t like it as well. 

But, that’s not how we use the phones these days or why we “feel lost” without them. 

Like the above, it’s immersion . . . we are perpetually connected to a sea of information and addicted to keeping our fingers on the pulse of the World; to catching as many heartbeats as we can. It goes both ways, too. The world knows a lot about us, starting with where we are and what we’re doing. 

Is it a craving to belong, to feel a part of something larger than ourselves? They call it connectivity, but are we connecting? 

I’m obviously not the first to make this observation, but we put ourselves into a position where a person halfway around the world can “hurt us” as easily as they can “like” what we do. And, although we don’t “know” these people, they have an inordinate effect on our mood, self-esteem, and the enjoyment of our lives (or the hating of our lives).  You post what you think is a clever and innocuous joke on Twitter and next thing you know, your world is turned upside down

There’s something else . . . the access to not just news but also “instant” opinions about that news seems to foster a permanently stressed state of being. 

“Insulted” and “offended” are badges we wear both so we can recognize others like us and validate our hatred for those who dare think differently. And these badges demand immediate allegiance; before we know facts, before we understand ramifications, before we even acknowledge the world is seldom as it first appears. 

Yes, there are good things about phones . . . but the bad is very bad. 

Just try leaving the phone at home next time you head out. It’s an interesting experiment; you should try it. Even if you can manage it, keep track of your anxiety level and then ponder the implications. My guess is you’ll rationalize and justify the feeling.

Now, imagine being off the Interweb, or Cable News, for even a few days. Would it feel like you had just died and were missing out on your life? Would it be a tragic thing to even contemplate? For many, I think so. 

To lighten the mood, let me speak about art . . . art and I have a difficult relationship because a lot that is not only classified as art but also assigned great value appears — to me — pretentious and arbitrary.

There’s a magazine I get called Art in America. It has stories and photos of some neat pieces but — honestly — the majority of the magazine is . . . I was going to say “crappy” but I should be more diplomatic and say “underwhelming.” 

Look, I get it; it’s subjective. But, by that metric, toilet papering a tree can be considered art . . . and some of the art I see is not that far removed from that. I know, I know; it’s about making a statement. Right.

Well, here we have a representation of the complexity of life’s experiences and the diversity of life itself as expressed by constructing what could be considered eyes out of randomly drawn multicolored sparkly lines. I call it Worried Eyes. I’m putting it up for sale and conservatively pricing it at $32,547. For $20 more, I’ll even sign it. 

Worried Eyes

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

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9 Responses to Project 313 – Post No. 015

  1. AnnMarie says:

    I like the colors of the photo, but am uncomfortable with the subject (more so than when I forget my phone when I go out). And I do agree with Willy . . .


    • disperser says:

      The sculpture was odd. It’s meant to depict enjoying the water and waves, but the stark depiction of the legs on their own conjure up a mix of feelings slanted more toward shock/dread than a feeling of joy and wanting to dive into a wave.


  2. Unless I am driving and think it might be useful I never take my phone out with me.


    • disperser says:

      I should clarify . . . I hardly ever check the internet or even e-mails while away from home. The phone is primarily a camera when I’m on the move. Even so, the thought crosses my mind (when I don’t have it) that I somehow . . . the word I want to use is “isolated” but that’s probably too strong a word.

      It doesn’t cause dread per se, but I’m suddenly aware that I am aware of something new.

      Then again, I get that exact same feeling when I go someplace and I forget to take the Camera along (rare, but it happens) so it may be more the camera than connectivity to the rest of the world.

      . . . and when I forget to carry a knife . . . perhaps, then, it’s nothing more than my OCD kicking in.

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  3. The sculpture…I hold my breath when I look at it. But, the color is catchy!
    The cartoon…Ha! Love the artist having an “ah ha! wish I’d thought of that!” moment. snort
    The doodle…the eyes do look worried. But, the colors and motion make MY eyes smile.
    Shoot! I only have $32,499. (sad face)
    My phone is always with me, but I turn it off several times a day….while I want to get some sleep, when I’m trying relax in the evening, and when I am anywhere with friends and family, so I can focus on talking with them, face to face, and listening to them. (Oh, and of course, anywhere in public where I think phones should be quiet.)
    What you said…”Yes, there are good things about phones . . . but the bad is very bad.” Is so very very very true!
    HUGS!!! :-)


    • disperser says:

      Sorry, diem3, I’d love to help you out but if I give you a break, next thing I know there’s a line outside my door and, as you know, I’m not currently in possession of any serious firepower. Got me a couple of knives and a machete, but that’s messy just thinking about it.

      My phone has what is known as The Do Not Disturb option (no notices or calls of any kind except for a few designated phones (family) can get through). It goes on at 11 at night and switches off at 7:30 in the morning. Even outside of that, there are very few notices I respond to. It helps that I don’t like browsing on a small screen. I don’t have Twitter or Facebook or any other social app loaded onto the phone (except WordPress, but I hardly ever use that one unless I’m traveling).

      And, yes, if we’re with someone, the phone is only out to maybe share a photo (or take a photo).

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  4. colonialist says:

    (blinking) That doodle you diddle worried MY eyes, all right!

    Liked by 1 person

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