Pigeons

I'm allergic to them but I'd use them in a pinch if I had to send a message.

In so many ways the advent of the text message and the bbm and the email have allowed me to express myself best - though I rather enjoy the conversation I end up having with friends and friendly strangers.

But those who know me know that I've never been a fan of speaking on the phone. The cold feeling of plastic pressed up against my ear or barking at a loud speaker sized conversation have never appealed to me. Skyping is barely tolerable and most my conversations are quick splinter cell operations:

 Hi! How are you? Stated purpose of phone call. Ciao!

But as of late I find myself hoping to call. Hoping to get a call and hear the angsty screams of Caleb drive me to the phone.

What's worse? From the moment the sometimes bad connection based on poor reception in the new york subway allows me a breath of voice I smile.

And then I find myself speaking. No... Talking. On the phone. And as I walk past other people I'm not the Wall Street type clearly angry both at the phone and the entity behind it. I'm enjoying a conversation with a person and I get to laugh and be silly like I usually do when I'm in person.

I like 215.