On this, the nation's 232nd birthday, I celebrate my independence from the tyranny of technology. That's right, my Motorola RAZR V3 has finally been retired from active duty, after more than two years of service. The praises of the elegant first-gen RAZR have been sung far and wide. And with more than 50 million units sold worldwide since its introduction in the fall of 2005, it's one of the top selling phones of all time. I certainly had no complaints. Nor do I fault the device for finally succumbing to a lifetime of being dropped on hardwood floors, concrete sidewalks and charming cobblestone streets. It was durable, to a point. And then it wasn't, as you can see in the graphic photo above (I call the final result "cellular division").

So, for the past two days I've been without a cell phone. And to tell you the truth, I'm happy to be relatively unreachable. I'm not that popular, mind you, but the silence has been refreshing. So refreshing, in fact, that I've decided take a vow of Ludditism....until I break down and buy a new 3G Apple iPhone, which quietly rolls out at the end of next week.

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