I did manage to shake myself out of disbelief, grab it, and resuscitate it. However, it was never the same. It had already been moving into the land of feebleness. I knew I had to make the switch to a smartphone. I had even recently been at an art show in February and another artist said to me aghast, "Are you still using a FLIP phone? I saw you pull out an ANTENNA. I can't believe it!" I mean, I felt like I was holding a Thomas Edison relic in my paws.
Listen, I was the same way with my bag phone. I know about 2% of the population remember those, but until it was stolen out of my car, it was suiting me just fine.
O.K., so after a month of my phone flashing "car kit connected, car kit disconnected" and constantly dying on me, my husband and I FINALLY made the leap to the 21st century. It seems there are quite a few dazzling things I can do with this new phone...if only I knew how to do them. Oh little flip phone, how I miss your ease, your simplicity, your inability to make me frustrated when I just want to dial a stored phone number!
Here's a re-enactment of the ultimately deadly event, followed by an appearance by Mr. Flip on my counter as I was finishing up work on my 2011 Brooklyn Sketchbook Project, "Coffee and Cigarettes." (P.S. Cigs are props only--you'll find me puffing on an inhaler!)