Call me

Today's poem:

In days of yore love was nourished
In long missives written with a flourish

And the one Granny liked best
She hid in the attic in a chest

But a youth today with eager hormones
Can woo his fair lass with text messages and his cell phone

"Can i c u after biology?"
Is not great literology

But the swain doesn't see what's missing
He only sees im-ing still leads to deep kissing

It is modern times I know but I fear
We will never c anthr b. shkspeare

Today's thoughts:

I saw tonight that people who own cell phones can now download video clips and watch them on their cell phones--for a small fee, of course.

You can do all sorts of things with your cells. I understand you can even speak to people with them. Still, I refuse to get one, even those they have accessible ones for people like me. I have two reasons.

First, if you have one you are never alone. You are at the beck and call of everyone you know all the time.

Aloneness is necessary to achieve a sense of self. That is why the monk Thomas Merton
became a hermit in the woods of Kentucky. When he did, his capacity for love expanded. Isn't that nice?

The second reason I never got a cell, the real one, is that very few folks call my landline. I like that. But it's gotten to the point that when I do get a call, m first question is: "Who died?"

No, not really. And I get a lot of email so I am by no means isolated. We all have major issues to solve and people to help us. I am just happy what ringtone to use isn't one. (I suppose they have consultants for that.)

Tomorrow, bringing something they may or may not be democracy to Iraq.

Keep hoping.