Eva Bradley.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, cellphone reception was not an omnipresent force that went with you everywhere, like your shadow on a sunny day.
It was an elusive and insidious gift from the Age of Technology that arrived quite suddenly one day, but with an
inconsistency as frustrating as the price of the service was painful. My first taste of the power of the cellphone was as I cruised around in my mother's car on a restricted licence, making sure it was very obvious I was using her fancy car phone. Because it was the size of a small tribe of elephants, this was achieved with relative ease.
But what I remember most about the early days of cellphones was filing copy for news stories as I traversed the winding roads of Central Otago while working for One News around the turn of the century. Getting the story was the easy bit compared to driving to the top of every hill in a 50km radius to get enough bars on my Nokia 3310 to call it in.
At some unspecified time between then and now, cellphone reception has become something we expect. And so what happens when we find ourselves without it? The sad reality is very few of us will ever get to discover this, as the reach of technology extends even to the most remote nooks and crannies of our planet. And so when I found myself in a quiet cove in Lake Taupo's Western Bays over the holidays, I could not quite believe my luck when I tried to send a text and realised I was entirely without service.
Like so many people, I find the convenience of being able to reach out and be reached at all times entirely offset by the inability to peacefully live in the moment and focus on it. The "advancements" of web-based platforms means we are constantly interrupted by news updates, emails, Facebook posts and other mostly unimportant ephemera that could be attended to at a more suitable time but seldom is because of a growing need-to-know-right-now mentality.
