I got this Motorola Razr V2.
Not a bad cell phone.
I had the V1 a few years before that.
I don't want to buy a new one.
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I've got dead people in my directory.
I don't want to remove them.
The V2 just sucked up the V1's directory without any conscious effort. Just showed up on the little sim card or the ether or somewhere.
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I don't look at the names much. Notice them much.
But they are in there.
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They are of no use in this world.
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I don't know.
Maybe we will chat in heaven.
Or hell.
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I'm keeping the phone numbers.
My memory isn't that good.



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~R~
The obit? Funeral?
Next week?
Month after?
Which is why I just leave them.
Readers like Kimberly and Candace are one of the reasons I still post things here.
I had an art dealer once who did a mailing for an announcement of one of my exhibitions. The dealer had simply marked through the name of a recently deceased husband on one one of the announcement envelopes. Too damn cheap to use a new envelope...
DO NOT erase those numbers, boyo.
(a word to the wise!)
DO NOT erase those numbers, boyo.
(a word to the wise!)
the wires to their habitat will be ethereal, but solidly built,
if done correctly.
eg:
since sex is on my mind today:
Man becomes, as it were, the sex organs of the machine world, as the bee of the plant world, enabling it to fecundate and to evolve ever new forms.
The machine world reciprocates man's love by
expediting his wishes and desires, namely, in providing him
with wealth. (p.56) mcluhan.
I'm in the habit of saving messages on the answering machine just in case ... it's freaking me out