Whenever something happens to one of our cellphones, it precipitates drama. I guess it’s an unanticipated side-effect of not having a landline. Anyway, Friday was no exception. When T-Mobile confirmed my phone was busted beyond repair, I decided it was time to join Xy on Verizon. By complete coincidence, Friday was the day the Blackberry Storm rolled out, RIM’s answer to the iPhone, available only thru Verizon. The Verizon website was basically unusable. Luckily when I drove out to the store, the storm had passed, so to speak.
Some people seem to think I’d naturally want an iPhone, or a Storm since I already have a Blackberry; such people don’t know me very well. I don’t want or need the latest and greatest. Plus I’m not ready for touchscreen yet. I’m still clinging to my buttons. So I opted instead for a Blackberry 8330 Curve.
Saturday we went to the Broad Street Bazaar, which just keeps getting bigger and better. We were pretending that we were living in a city in the Caribbean somewhere, a fantasy which was enhanced by the performance of the conscious feminist goddess-oriented Rastafarian reggae Zion Trinity Band. The singer claimed they were on their “Don’t Quit Your Day Job” tour, but I thought they sounded world class.
The connection, you ask? I’ve wanted a phone with a camera for years, and now I finally have one. These were amongst the first pictures taken with the new gizmo. Of course I’ve got it set up to post directly to my Flickr photostream via e-mail.
It even has a flash. What will they think of next?