People should consider giving up their cellphones. I have never had one. Not from paranoia, either, I just neither want nor need one. Life is so much bigger than that little screen. And I can see how they could (will?) be used to keep track of people, along with the jab ID (mark of the beast).
I was a technologist before I became a trial lawyer - always the first in line to buy the new i-gadget I was the first person I knew to get a Twitter account (2008, if memory serves) and was going crazy for years because none of my friends weren't on it yet.)
BUT having seen how insidious and demonic the smartphone industry is, this past October I ditched my last iPhone and Apple Watch, and now have a completely dumbphone that I often forget to turn on.
Life is SO much better offline (yes, I get the irony). My youngest son (active-duty USMC) is meeting me and his eldest brother Saturday for a section hike of the Appalachian Trail.
I will never go back to virtual world of electronic enslavement.
That's Sister, bro! I'm a woman, though Keahi (it means "the fire") can be used as a name for either men or women. Yeah, it's hard to pinpoint my aversion. But it's real, I don't have to even work at it. I do know - and no, there's no tinfoil hat in my wardrobe - that I am quite sensitive to electric and electromagnetic pulses. As a child I disrupted TV reception and picked up the radio in my fillings, seriously, my family had a game we played where I would know what song was playing before the radio was turned on (please don't tell the military). I know I sound like yet another California kook, but I don't brag about this, I keep it to myself, pretty much. I encountered this reaction on a grand scale decades ago while climbing the Koolau mountain range in order to visit the Omega Station, which was the command post for all nuclear-powered subs in the Pacific, formerly opened to the public one day a year (you gotta love the name, huh). After an a half-hour or so climbing the Coast Guard's 1000 foot (titanium) Silver Stair, which has since been shut down, I found myself becoming increasingly distraught for no reason. The higher I climbed that gorgeous mountain the more upset I became. I finally sat down on a small grassy spot and wouldn't budge when we were within 5oo yards of the station. My exasperated friends went on without me and I sat there and sobbed uncontrollably. It was like the mother of all PMS attacks, and the scariest thing was, I had no idea why I felt so terrible. It took years for me to figure it out. And now, cellphones truly creep me out, on so many levels.
yikes. don't ask. don't tell.
People should consider giving up their cellphones. I have never had one. Not from paranoia, either, I just neither want nor need one. Life is so much bigger than that little screen. And I can see how they could (will?) be used to keep track of people, along with the jab ID (mark of the beast).
OMGosh! You ARE a brother from another mother!
I was a technologist before I became a trial lawyer - always the first in line to buy the new i-gadget I was the first person I knew to get a Twitter account (2008, if memory serves) and was going crazy for years because none of my friends weren't on it yet.)
BUT having seen how insidious and demonic the smartphone industry is, this past October I ditched my last iPhone and Apple Watch, and now have a completely dumbphone that I often forget to turn on.
Life is SO much better offline (yes, I get the irony). My youngest son (active-duty USMC) is meeting me and his eldest brother Saturday for a section hike of the Appalachian Trail.
I will never go back to virtual world of electronic enslavement.
That's Sister, bro! I'm a woman, though Keahi (it means "the fire") can be used as a name for either men or women. Yeah, it's hard to pinpoint my aversion. But it's real, I don't have to even work at it. I do know - and no, there's no tinfoil hat in my wardrobe - that I am quite sensitive to electric and electromagnetic pulses. As a child I disrupted TV reception and picked up the radio in my fillings, seriously, my family had a game we played where I would know what song was playing before the radio was turned on (please don't tell the military). I know I sound like yet another California kook, but I don't brag about this, I keep it to myself, pretty much. I encountered this reaction on a grand scale decades ago while climbing the Koolau mountain range in order to visit the Omega Station, which was the command post for all nuclear-powered subs in the Pacific, formerly opened to the public one day a year (you gotta love the name, huh). After an a half-hour or so climbing the Coast Guard's 1000 foot (titanium) Silver Stair, which has since been shut down, I found myself becoming increasingly distraught for no reason. The higher I climbed that gorgeous mountain the more upset I became. I finally sat down on a small grassy spot and wouldn't budge when we were within 5oo yards of the station. My exasperated friends went on without me and I sat there and sobbed uncontrollably. It was like the mother of all PMS attacks, and the scariest thing was, I had no idea why I felt so terrible. It took years for me to figure it out. And now, cellphones truly creep me out, on so many levels.
I have a faraday bag I keep mine in most of the time. Sigh.
Good for you - you're way ahead of the game.