One of the incidents that came out of my car wreck is that my cell phone pitched forward into the windshield.

It didn’t fare as well as I did.

I took it to the Cingular ER for a catscan and it was fatally wounded.

So, I talked to the Cingular people and my contract was up and I could re-up and get a good deal on a new phone and got a humdinger of a Blackberry.  It’s the newest, fastest all-blowjobs-all-the-time model.

It gets my email, has a PDA, does everything.

On the other hand, it’s so complicated I can’t figure it out.

It’s got my old SIM card, but I can’t retrieve my phone numbers.

Hell, I can hardly figure out how to make and receive phone calls.

It seems this morning like a metaphor for my entire life.

All this potential.  So many skills.  Transformative powers.

Yet, somehow a mystery to me about how to make it work in the “real world”.