Cellphone Biography, By: Nicole Merullo

In 6th grade I was tasked with walking from my middle school to the elementary school to meet up with my little brother so that my mom could pick us up. For peace of mind, my parents got both myself and my brother cellphones. They were not smart phones; they did not even really qualify as flip phones. The small, green cellphone, called a Migo, had 4 preprogrammed phone numbers and an emergency button. There was nothing exciting about it: there were no games, no texting, you could not even change the phone numbers without cracking a parent decided code. The best part was that I could change the ringtone. After I had it for sometime, my friend cracked the parent control code and put her own home phone number in and replaced my brother’s spot.

Through the rest of middle school I had the popular EnV phone and its subsequent generations. Those phones were a part of a trend of putting full QWERTY keyboards on phones which made texting even more popular, especially amongst tweens and teens. I was a texting queen. I expanded on friendships after school hours through texting and as texting evolved many of my social networks were perpetuated by texting in group chats, etc.
Sometime in high school I got my first smartphone. My family uses Verizon as a carrier and they had not yet started carrying the iPhone. My parents and I had various Android phones. I do not know what prompted me to stay with android phones after Verizon started carrying the iPhone but perhaps it was a sense of loyalty to and comfort with the operating system. It did not matter as much then that I had Android phones and many of my friends had iPhones. I was often late to getting a few apps, like Snapchat, when they were originally released on iOS and not Google. But besides a few incompatibilities I enjoyed having an Android and I felt as though I was on the cutting edge of technology (even though I was usually a few models behind the latest).
Many of friend groups/cliques in high school manifested themselves on our cell phones and on social media. We had different named chats for slightly different configurations of friends. We often knew about the groups we were not included in. Sometimes it was hurtful when I realized I was not included in something, but I knew there were just as many times that I was unintentionally (or intentionally) excluding someone. Having dedicated group chats with a formula of friends solidified social groups that may not have been quite so clear cut without cellphones. In some ways it creates a greater sense of visibility to outsiders and in other ways a greater sense of secrecy. I often wonder if those barriers would have been so apparent had cellphones and social media not defined them. Even in college now we still use these groups regularly to stay in touch and organize activities on school breaks.
Once I got to George Washington University almost everyone I knew had an iPhone. I felt very defensive of my Samsung phone. People bugged me about not being part of the masses and that texting me in green (non iMessage) was annoying. I never really understood this since it was just a color and not actually a significant problem. In fact, green is my favorite color so it would not have bothered me at all. Perhaps the only legitimate compatibility problem was that Apple made group texts with Android phones nearly impossible. I was always getting individual texts instead of in one group and the iPhone users could not name the group, which sounds insignificant but to them it was enough reason to leave me out of the group and just fill me in on details individually. I was a limiting factor and had to push to use other apps like GroupMe and Facebook Messenger but those were never good enough for my iPhone friends.
After an unfortunate and rather embarrassing incident this past summer (I was pulled down into a kiddy pool, it is funny in retrospect) I had to replace my beloved Samsung Galaxy S5. I finally caved into the pressure of my friends and even my parents. I got an iPhone S6. One of the most noticeable conveniences now is that I don’t have to carry my own ‘special’ charger around with me because nobody else has one. If I need to charge my phone on the go, I know at least one person I am with will have an iPhone charger. Sometimes I feel like I went against everything I stood for and conformed to the masses. I do not feel as though Apple is truly the most innovative company when it comes to electronics, especially their phones. What they do best is perfecting features other developers have invented. In the future, I will have to think carefully about which side I decide to be on. Will I switch back or stay with Apple?

Isabella’s Cellphone Biography

These days, I would say I have a cell phone because it feels like a necessity. 

I currently have a Samsung Galaxy S7 Edge (not the exploding one!) which is a replacement for an iPhone 5 I had during undergrad.  The iPhone was lost on a family trip during December. After returning from B.C. to Seattle and then to DC, I lived without any phone for a month. The experience was stressful at times (if I needed to go to a place I’d never been before or if I had to meet someone outside of the house, there was no “safety net” for directions or if a friend was running late) but also very peaceful since there were fewer distractions (both my own phone use and the frequency of interaction created in phone contact). During this experience, I did come to recognize the phone as a certain level of necessity.  Without one, I felt removed from society and very embarrassed when I had to explain I didn’t have a phone (yet) to my new bosses. 

In returning to the cellular world, I went through many intermediary steps: I used someone’s deactivated iPhone 4 so that I could certain functions (like maps, certain messaging apps) when I had wifi, then I got a burner phone by Microsoft at the Columbia Heights Target, which I paid for month by month until getting a new phone (I still have it as an emergency backup device). Finally, I reactivated my original cell phone number on a new Samsung device at the Adams Morgan AT&T store. I’m lucky enough to still be on the family plan with AT&T which I have been on for my whole cellular life. 

My first phone was a Samsung brick that I got when I was around 12 with the nominal purpose of keeping in touch with parents (this was at a time when none of my peers had their own phones, so I couldn’t text any friends). In junior high, I was gifted a Razor flip phone one birthday and used it for several years as well.  Afterwards, I got a cell phone (I can’t remember the manufacturer) with a slide-out keyboard under the screen (the kind of phone designed to be held horizontally instead of vertically). Then I got my first smart phone: my first year in university, I briefly had a blackberry (because they were cool in my cohort). As everyone I knew shifted more and more reliably to Apple brand smartphones, I did as well. I had an iPhone 4 and upgraded to an iPhone 5 (the device lost during my family trip).

I have always tried to carry my phone on my body (pants pockets when possible, but often in a backpack while cycling to campus). I also have a long history of customizing phones. Naturally, I use photos that I like (not usually from my personal life but often from nature or other people’s art) as the wallpaper and lock screen (my current phone actually has “themes” which include wallpaper and lock screen art, as well as thematic icons for the apps). I also usually use a case, since I am relatively clumsy and I don’t want a shattered screen. In junior high, I even made my own “case” by covering the phone in duct tape (though mostly for the visual effect not phone safety) but I only purchase a phone case for devices whose surface area is mostly a screen. 

My most used apps tend to be communicative, but I also use service based apps (whether is is Google Drive or Uber). Arguably, my most used app may in fact be Google Calendar. Among communicative apps, Snapchat, GroupMe (my gaming group has a thread we use), WhatsApp (for international friends), and FB Messanger are most used. Recently, I downloaded an audio recording app which can export large sound files. This has been very helpful during our research interviews!

I would say I am most anxious about losing my phone (more so than breaking it) but whether this has to do with a concern over my information or with a sense of existential loss, I couldn’t say.


Cellular Entanglements- By Emma Backe

Ever since the apocryphal line “What hath God wrought” was transmitted via telegraph in 1844, digital communication assumed a sort of techno-magical status in our society. The ability to traverse space and time with the click of a button, to experience the digital presence of a friend or loved one, marks a huge moment in our cultural paradigms of communication and intimacy. Where once telegraphs and telephones were understood as a form of simulated transportation, channeling our sentiments through the power grid and phone lines, our modern devices are elegantly portable. Just as we can project our voice across continents and time zones, so too can we carry the world in our pockets. Although telecommunication was initially conceived of as a sort of lifeline—a mechanism for emergency and technological innovation in the midst of new scientific discovery and political upheaval—I like to think of my phone as a nexus of entanglements. I grew up memorizing friend’s phone numbers, tracing their area codes in my mind as I wound the chord around my finger, hoping that they would pick up. Our first family cell phone was bulky and unwieldy, never holding a charge or picking up a signal. Texting—now such a necessity—was still a novelty in high school, particularly with the cumbersome T9 keyboard options. Cell phones, then, never seemed particularly convenient, but rather were used as an essential thread which kept me tied to my family in the case of emergency. Cell phones, cell signals and cell phone users were forever getting lost, yet our contacts list was a sort of beacon, the critical people in our lives who we might need to reach if there wasn’t a phone booth close by. If you did get an SMS message, you knew that it must be important, with the data plans still expensive and any spare change spent on each character.

During the recent blizzard playfully referred to as Snowzilla, my friend texted me saying “I left you a voicemail like it’s 1999.” She’s not wrong. Back in high school and the beginning of college, I collected voicemails. Cell phones were both personal and clandestine, the place where we could spill our secrets and acknowledge the emotional overtones we couldn’t properly project over the buzzing dial tone. I have old voicemails from a friend suffering from depression, asking me to come and sit with her in the dark; missed calls that turned into friendly missives and thanks; congratulations on a poetry recitation several days after my grandmother was admitted to the hospital, a long pause when I knew he wanted to say “I love you”; silly stories a friend would share walking to school in Seattle, moved away from the delicate suburban nest we’d built together; new songs, entreaties for adventures, disclosures of discovery we hardly had the names for. My phone is a corpus of memories, dating back over ten years, voices that will remain to remind me how we once were. My contacts list now is far longer than it used to be, filled with the numbers of people I ran into but never saw again, friends I’ve fallen out of contact with, old lovers, professional contacts whose numbers and titles have probably changed and will change again. Yet they represent an intricate web, the silken threads of individuals woven into and out of my life, knitted together by the barely perceptible notion that maybe, some day, for some reason, I might need to reach out again. It’s a delicate dance within this web, the sly and subtle etiquette of what it means to add someone to your phone. Tug one thread and you may harmonize with another, never wondering at the vibrational frequencies activated.

The Quiet World


In an effort to get people to look

into each other’s eyes more,

and also to appease the mutes,

the government has decided

to allot each person exactly one hundred

and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear

without saying hello. In the restaurant

I point at chicken noodle soup.

I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,

proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.   

I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond,

I know she’s used up all her words,

so I slowly whisper I love you

thirty-two and a third times.

After that, we just sit on the line

and listen to each other breathe.

When I’ve traveled, my phone was downsized, downgraded, diminished. With flip phones in South Africa, we’d spend most of our free time topping up, only to find that a few texts between bus stops had already diminished our data. During my stay in Fiji, even our Peace Corps issued phones couldn’t get service. In the pre-dusk light, I’d hike up the dusty, mountainous path of my village, hoping to get a signal and check in with my parents, catching every other word between the crow of roosters and crackle between continents. I’d learned which areas of my community had the best service, sitting cross-legged to the far corner of a piggery or the edge of the shore lined with black, volcanic sand. But the villagers had their own form of communication—coconut wireless, the gossip network that functioned without power lines or technological infrastructure. Everyone always knew where everyone else was and what they were doing at any given time. The only calls that really mattered were the emergencies, the soldiers serving abroad, or the men making a living by traveling with the tides of the tourist industry. My phone was maladapted to this technological or the emotional ecosystem, and even when the calls went through, they were never felt long enough. Just enough to top up my feelings of homesickness. If our phones represent assemblages of entanglement, these are the knots and frayed edges, the moments when our telepresence and telecommunication aren’t quite sufficient. If we put our lives on the line, who’s to say we’ll get the response we look for or expect?

The invitation to call has transitioned materially, linguistically, socially. Suitors no longer call upon women they wish to woo, nor do we immediately think of dialing someone up if we want to get in touch. Call me, maybe, we think to ourselves, uncertain what we would even want the shape of that call to look like. I used to get anxious on the phone, fumbling for words, nervous that my social awkwardness would only be exacerbated. Maybe culturally we’ve moved in the reverse direction, comfortable with the phone call and now more likely to send an email or a text. Still, though, our devices are imbued with the techno-magical overtones of the 19th century, fetishes we ritualize and pay homage to. Without the proverbial dial tone of a landline, perhaps our cell phones have us all on hold, one so pervasive and numinous it’s hard to say who is holding onto whom anymore.

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Cell Biography- By Alex Dent

I bought my first cellular phone under duress.  I didn’t want a tether.  The specific circumstances — who was able to persuade me to get one, and why — will be left for another time.  But the point is that from the start, my relationship with the object has been ambivalent.  Nowadays, I listen to music and podcasts on it, record song-ideas and fieldwork interviews, check Facebook, text (yes, instead of calling), and take pictures — mostly on Instagram.  I also tune my guitar with it, look up facts with it, and sometimes sense that it is vibrating in my pocket (when it isn’t).  Thus, my whole interest in this device is about the back-and-forth — the semi-antagonistic dance that most of us are engaged in with our cellular phones most of the time.

Our Cellphone Biographies

How do our phones shape the way we communicate with others? What do we expect from our phones? What happens when those expectations fall through? And what are the moments in our lives that make the answers to those questions clear?

In this series, we aim to give our own responses to that last question. With a bit of reflection, all of us with cell phones can all think of moments in our lives where something happened with, through, or because of our devices that led to a realization. These realizations might be about technology, communication, relationships, or any number of themes.

So, we want to know. What’s your cellphone biography?