Brian got me an iPhone for Christmas this year.
I was pretty stoked, mainly because my current phone needed to be held together with duct tape. The numerous falls it had taken at the hands of a tiny tyrant had taken its toll (how is that for an alliteration, fellow English geeks?) and it was time to put the Samsung Moment to rest. Also, it took three seconds to snap a picture, and as any mother with a child under the age of 4 will attest, 28 different things can happen in the span of three seconds (and usually do, meaning you never capture the photo you want).
So into my life walked the iPhone. I refused to believe the hype since it's inception. Whatever, whatever, whatever. I love my iPad and still use my iPod (circa 2005, baby) but a phone is a phone is a phone.
No big shakes, right?
I was so. So. Sooooo. Wrong.
I adore this little gadget.
The true beauty of the iPhone came to me when I saw the tiny button that said, "Music." I studied it, opened it, and realized I could download all of our iTunes music on to my phone. And there was a handy little slot for my headphones...so I could use my phone to listen to music? Really? And that day, when I schlepped my phone to the gym (along with water and a towel and a magazine...gym workouts are so...full), I realized: I could check my email on the treadmill. I could text on the treadmill. Hell, I could update my Facebook status - and read through others' status - WHILE ON THE TREADMILL!!
This is the greatest invention known to man.
No more tucking the phone in my gym bag and then frantically scrolling through everything post-workout, wondering who had texted, called, or emailed me. It was all at the tip of my fingers - at all times. Like, all the time.
What's even more interesting is recently, Apple recalled all of their 2005 iPods due to "toasty batteries." (I have no idea what that means). Brian's and mine qualified for the recall, and just yesterday, we received these bad boys in the mail. Free.
I was pretty stoked, mainly because my current phone needed to be held together with duct tape. The numerous falls it had taken at the hands of a tiny tyrant had taken its toll (how is that for an alliteration, fellow English geeks?) and it was time to put the Samsung Moment to rest. Also, it took three seconds to snap a picture, and as any mother with a child under the age of 4 will attest, 28 different things can happen in the span of three seconds (and usually do, meaning you never capture the photo you want).
So into my life walked the iPhone. I refused to believe the hype since it's inception. Whatever, whatever, whatever. I love my iPad and still use my iPod (circa 2005, baby) but a phone is a phone is a phone.
No big shakes, right?
I was so. So. Sooooo. Wrong.
I adore this little gadget.
The true beauty of the iPhone came to me when I saw the tiny button that said, "Music." I studied it, opened it, and realized I could download all of our iTunes music on to my phone. And there was a handy little slot for my headphones...so I could use my phone to listen to music? Really? And that day, when I schlepped my phone to the gym (along with water and a towel and a magazine...gym workouts are so...full), I realized: I could check my email on the treadmill. I could text on the treadmill. Hell, I could update my Facebook status - and read through others' status - WHILE ON THE TREADMILL!!
This is the greatest invention known to man.
No more tucking the phone in my gym bag and then frantically scrolling through everything post-workout, wondering who had texted, called, or emailed me. It was all at the tip of my fingers - at all times. Like, all the time.
What's even more interesting is recently, Apple recalled all of their 2005 iPods due to "toasty batteries." (I have no idea what that means). Brian's and mine qualified for the recall, and just yesterday, we received these bad boys in the mail. Free.
iTiny
I don't even know what it is or what's called, but I just want to emphasize the size of this thing -- placed next to a regular old quarter:
These photos were taken with my iPhone. iRonic.
I'm not even sure what it does or how it works, but it sure is cute. It has a teeny-tiny clip on the back, so I think you download music, photos, podcasts, etc, and then use your ear phones to listen to your tiny music machine while it's clipped to your shirt. Remember the days of the boom box? Meet this little dude.
Bravo, Apple. Well played.
All of these advances do come with a down side. If I was mostly obnoxious checking my phone in the past, I'm totally obnoxious now. I'm a slave to the siren song that is the chirp that signals a new email, text, or comment from FB. Brian has asked me repeatedly to put my phone down, yet my counter to him is always, "Okay. Then put yours away, too." He can't - since he has an iPhone too.
Together, we are just a couple of hopeless iAddicts.
No worries. I'm sure Apple will come up with iRehab soon enough.
Bravo, Apple. Well played.
All of these advances do come with a down side. If I was mostly obnoxious checking my phone in the past, I'm totally obnoxious now. I'm a slave to the siren song that is the chirp that signals a new email, text, or comment from FB. Brian has asked me repeatedly to put my phone down, yet my counter to him is always, "Okay. Then put yours away, too." He can't - since he has an iPhone too.
Together, we are just a couple of hopeless iAddicts.
No worries. I'm sure Apple will come up with iRehab soon enough.
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