oh, Sanyo! Ciao Ciao - Page 3

Now, I await the post man or the UPS man or however your little flip cousin is being delivered. I know that his camera feature has a zoom function of 5x or so and that you can also edit and crop the photos right on the phone – a feature you never had, though that’s okay because we used Photoshop together.

I will mourn you, no doubt, little Sanyo, but I must greet the future. For the past week, I have been without a cell phone and I cannot tell you how difficult this has been for me. What ever did we do in the days before cell phones, before camera phones? What did I do when I wanted to call someone or take a photo? Did I really have to find a payphone or wait a week or even an hour for my photos? How absurd! What an outrage when I can get my photos immediately and send them direct to my HP PSC 2355 all in one and get photos right away and then if I want, fax them around the world or scan then. I can upload photos direct to my blogs – selecting which blog – I can send photos to friends or to their blogs even. I can even send photos to my friend Andre in Paris where he will edit them and then upload them to his blog. Imagine the possibilities.

Now, I can zoom in on things, I can zoom and call and dial and photograph and surf and message and IM and email and watch TV and listen to music and all those things on my sleek new phone, but first, I must have some human contact to regain all of that information from our human friends – their emails, phone numbers, my blogging address and the like. It will be hard to have so much human contact, and will have to spend hours leaning over you, pressing your little silver buttons to reload the information again, which I admit, will be a drag. But in this way, we become acquainted. I will get to know you, my new little silver love, the cousin of my first.

I imagine you as a long lost relative from France or Italy, though I think in reality you are from Japan. Still, you look French or Italian to me, with your colorful and expressive square face, your hazel-green or electric-blue background lit eyes, your funny ring tone accent that has everyone reaching for their phone. The many languages you can speak –oh, I cannot wait for you to arrive.

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