This column also appears in the Orange County Register.
As dropped cell phone calls become a daily irritation, the jarring experience of losing a conversation in mid-sentence has become routine. The ugly wart on the nose of wireless communication, what once served as the triumphant but rude ending to an angry conversation has become a daily frustration. The original hang-up technique, signifying an almost monarchical dismissal, that harsh bang sending combatant lovers to their corners, now seems rather quaint by comparison. Continue reading “Hello…are you still there? On life, death and dropped phone calls”