*Written in the wilds of Northern Virginia March 4, 2009 and slightly before texting became the premier method of communication due to the proliferation of smart phones
Sometimes as connected as one can be to others, there are times when you just miss. The world I grew up in was devoid of cell phones. It was different. You actually made plans to be available to make a call, or wait for someone to call you. In retrospect, I believe there was a delicious vulnerability in that. Today, access is too easy, and less importance is made of the romance of calling someone. As routinely made calls find way to voicemail, an no one answers directly. Screening the meaning I suppose. Oddly enough, after someone listens to the voicemail left by the caller, they in turn call back, only to routinely find their way to voicemail. This goes on ad infinitum, and nothing gets said. Well, actually, what is not said, but communicated, is that your message really determines if your original call merits a return phone call. The necessity that cell phones supposedly were created to address, has made communication an obtuse dependency, devoid of meaning. It has caused us to be necessarily available, but not accountable to almost instantaneous connection. I think something is lost, perhaps in anticipation, maybe longing, hell just the plain randomness of taking a chance in placing a call in hopes that you might catch that person before they leave their home. Well, the progress we have made has delivered us to a solitary place. A place where you can always reach anyone, at anytime, as long as they’ll have you.
Published by Christopher Hickey
Welcome to my effort. Yes, as a great procrastinator, it requires great effort to stay focused on something productive that matters to me. I’ll find any old excuse to traipse from project to project, and I rarely end up at the place I started. I find this maddening, and exhaustive. So it is with high hopes, and a greater grasp of self-awareness, that I embark upon staying the course so to speak.
I enjoy writing. Be it blogs, fiction, poetry, etc. I love the craft and the act of creation, the art in and of itself, for it’s own sake and end. I am happy to be able to do it.
Born: March 1974
St.Francis de Sales, Charlestown MA
Don Bosco Technical High School, Boston MA
University of Massachusetts at Lowell, Lowell MA
Bunker Hill Community College, Charlestown MA
DePaul University, Chicago, IL
North Virginia Community College, Arlington VA
Harvard Extension School, Cambridge MA
Place of residence: Somewhere in the land of metro Boston. It’s vaguely familiar and becoming home more and more by the day, but when you come from “The Town” all else fails by comparison.
Favorite Color: I’m partial to all forms of blue.
Favorite Author: c’mon! don’t expect me to answer that, there are too many.
I enjoy memories of playing 80’s Atari better than playing any advanced gaming system that exists today.
Hope to be recognized for my paper clip collection. As well as my 27 rejected applications to Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailiey Clown college.
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