We have two phones in our house: one local, and one VOIP with our business number in the United States. The six pictured here comprise neither of those two.
The farthest we brought from Mexico. Nice, solid thing but it dropped and cracked. Next to it, one we bought in Chuy, one of the towns on the Brazilian border where bargains can be found, and stuff brought back duty-free with a foreign passport. I hooked it up after taking the picture, and shortly after hearing it crackle and sputter, chucked it in the trash.
I know we’ve brought phones form the States. But why, and why so many?
Meanwhile, I realize the concept of a land line is kind of quaint. Why spend USD 15 on a phone and not-very-much (a bit over USD 10 last month) for a fixed line, when you can spend USD 500 on a smart phone and a bunch per month for a mobile plan, risk losing the phone and personal data, meanwhile irradiating your brain every time you use it, and your gonads when you carry it in your pocket?
Obviously I’ve thought about these things, their real consequences and costs, and speak with some authority.
Alas, I still feel like a phoney. And an old school phoney at that.