Not long ago, I was asked by some friends to lunch. My female acquaintance demanded that we turn off our cellphones and place them on the table. I was the only one without a cellphone.

Knowing my love for fiddling with operating systems and computer parts, my friends could not believe that I did not own a cellphone.  The hostess went so far as to suggest that I be searched.

I stood up a emptied my pockets. I had a notepad, pen, billfold, handkerchief, assorted coins, lucky charm (currently a St. Patrick medal), keys, pocket watch (containing a lock of hair that the ladies wanted to see), and an embarrassing amount of pocket lint.

They could not seem to fathom why I would travel without a cellphone. I don’t own a cellphone or surprisingly an ebook reader. I guess the idea that a book lover would choose to go without an ebook reader would blow some people’s minds.

I’m sure that one day I will get a cellphone and join the 21st century. Having said that, I really don’t want to be contacted 24 hours a day. I like having the excuse that I was away from home (whether I was or not) and missed a call. As for ebook readers, I’d like to get one some day.

I suppose with a book I know what I have, but do I really own a digital ebook? Could some anonymous minion at Amazon remove my ebook with a keystroke? Will the day come when Amazon or the Government decides what I should read? Maybe I’ll get an ebook reader when I can remove the DRM from the ebook. As for now, a regular book works just fine.

Don’t get me wrong, I love technology. I just don’t love it all the time.