Phone Faced Down At The Wedding…

 

 

 

 

Last night my parents and I went to a family wedding. At some point I saw my dad checking his emails, sitting next to the table. And then I heard him whispering angrily to himself “Phone Faced Down!”. He put down his phone, my mom smiled to herself, and we all went for a dance. 

Ela Brayer-Faifkov, Tel-Aviv, Israel

 

In my studio I got no Internet connection

In my studio I got no Internet connection. It’s part of my philosophy – separating the professional from the personal. So while working on my music, I’m never disturbed by emails or Facebook or anything similar. I can solely concentrate on my art.

 

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Gilad Kahana, Creator, Tel-Aviv

The First Person to Touch Their Phone Pays The Bill

My friends and I started a new trend. When we go out we place are phones in a pile upside down and out of reach. The first person to touch their phone pays the bill. Needless to say- we enjoy a smartphone free conversation, just like the good old days.

Tal J. Sandler

Tal J. Sandler, Tel-Aviv, Israel

Ten Smartphones in my Bed… What a Nightmare!

“After our last talk about the Digital Diet,  I dreamt that I sleep with ten smartphones around me in bed… they were so heavy I couldn’t move them around or even pick them up…

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[still in the dream] I woke up, and then we had a discussion about the conspiration theory of how Apple, Google and Facebook intend to turn my pillow into a huge advertisement space, and that I will never be able to sleep again anymore!”

Tal Halevi, Tel-Aviv, Israel

How I lost proportions having NoMoPhobia…

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Ciudad del este is located at the borders of Argentina, Brazil and Paraguay, having a huge “tax-free” zone. While traveling in South America, I got there and had a full day to waste. I started creating a list of things I’d like to buy, comparing the prices between the different stores – all with the help of my precious iPhone. Then, while adding a new item to the list, I dropped my iPhone on the floor, and its screen cracked.
So I panicked.

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For me, the iPh…

For me, the iPhone had become a toxic compulsion. It had completed its invasion and occupation of my interstitial time — all those minutes riding the train, waiting in line, that used to be such fertile territory for daydreaming and storymaking.

Robin Sloan, Writer, California.

From an interview given to The Millions.

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