replacing a cell phone in 2025
(to my family first and then the artifact)
hi
my replacement phone is on the way
I wasn’t sure if had paid the insurance on the phone I had
(now run over)
but I had
I couldn’t access my account at first because they wanted to send a verification text
to the phone that’s smashed and splintered and (thus) no longer working
but there was a phone number that I called
and I spoke with a real person
who asked me for a PIN I didn’t know at first
and I tried a couple numbers in my head
and one of these numbers worked
then it was confirmed for me (by the real person) that I had indeed paid the
insurance
and so could get a new phone
for which I was given new numbers to try
phone number of the insurance company for the cell company
some sort of activation number
the number to call back once I had the replacement phone
on line again
I filed the claim
and now am assured (electronically) that a new phone is on the way
I might have considered an upgraded model
but received no enticement to that effect
and so
I’ll have the same kind and model of cell phone again
I’ll let you know when my mobile number should be working again
thanks
christopher
photo by Priscilla Du Preez 🇨🇦 on Unsplash
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Who Slew 3G?
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Phone’s dead
As in a horror movie
When the characters
Feel progressively
Closed in
And the killer starts
To take them,
One by one
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It’s a sad day
It’s a widespread problem
For the company
And the old people’s plans
Like my plan
Time to pay one way
Or the other for
The lack of service
All the promises
Smiling gray faces
Provided
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Bakelite phones
With wires
Newspapers
Made of paper
Talking with each other
On the street
Sending the urgent telegram
These might be making
Returns
Should we need to share
In an analog world
Again
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A horror movie
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C L Couch
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Photo by Ilinca Roman on Unsplash
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Word Up
There was no red phone
I learned that recently
Khrushchev and Kennedy used a teletype
To stand up over Cuba, negotiate
Through hardheadedness
A cold war
Now they might text
Or tweet if
Saints won’t abey their thumbs
There’s meeting face to face
And I guess the telephone might do
But we need direct communication
I learned this in school
How about you
Nothing like talking
Or writing with intent and art
Don’t worry
I never perfected either
And tire way too easily these days
From trying
But the message
The message
Still exists in words
That must be shared
From time to time
With care’s articulation
Call it ceremony
Call it ritual
Call it marriage day to day
Or the energy of friendship
Yes at the game, at work,
At home
Keep talking
Use words
In your better way
Sometimes, that’s all we got
C L Couch
By Vmenkov – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2910085
A pair of Laughing Doves sit on the electric (or telephone?) wires in Milyanfan village, in Kyrgyzstan’s Chuy Valley.
Pluto Attacks
The problems of impatience
The perils
I hang up on sellers, anymore
They’re doing a job, I know
But I can’t handle little parts of
Conversation prior to a pitch
I feel the pressure
Lean into my wall
Pressing on the shield
Of disclosure
A stranger wants me to buy
I have nothing and want nothing
In that way
Maybe you relate
I do not curse
I do not wish ill upon the current
Generation of marketers
Or the next
I simply want the phone to answer with
The known
The friendly, the familiar
Some comfort in connection
So I can’t listen, anymore
Can you?
Does your day have either holes
Or heroic capacities
To have the agenda pushed
With additives or promises, once
Paid for?
You are better than I
And I imagine you are, anyway
You have peace
Where I sense only perturbation
You can give
When I must withhold
Energy, even motes of time
Well, this is me
This is me now
Don’t try to sell me anything
It burns the hole burned through long ago
I don’t want to have what’s left
Set up on the block
In a marketplace of phantoms
C L Couch
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