Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Don't sell me stuff, cell me stuff...

It’s been said (by Keith Reinhardt, among others) that there are digital natives and digital immigrants. Those of us born into the digital world and those of us who have had to immigrate and learn to use the digital space.

At 29, I think I’m right on the edge of that line. When I first started seeing shows, cell phones were not nearly as obtainable as they are now. So, we would have a physical meeting place if we got separated- by the beer cart or near the porta johns.
Smart and well placed tag outside of the Fuse phone charging station, where a line persisted all weekend. I had to ask these chicks to move to take the pic. They were put out.

It’s always been easy to lose people in the crowd, but texting has made reconnecting easier than ever. A group can quickly become separated amongst the throngs of people, but communicate via text and be back together within minutes.

The concern is no longer getting separated from your group, but losing your phone or having your battery die. How can phone companies step up their game to help people with their phones? Because they sure as shit didn't do anything this year. Waiting in line for 45 minutes to charge your phone for 30 minutes?

I wish Staples had a tree with hundreds of hooked up power strips running out of it. And big "Easy Button" bean bags to sit in while you're waiting.

There is lots of room for improvement next year brands and I hope you are starting to realize how important our cell phones are to maintaining control and stability in our festival lives...

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