“Look at you. You've turned into one. Now, when I say, put it away now and pay attention to me, will you?” says my long suffering spouse.
The object of my distraction is my new iPhone. I have indeed turned into one of those Mac cultists who are stunned by the capacity of this device to amaze me. Actually, that it's by Apple is only notable in how seamlessly it fits into my new 100% Mac Life. Despite the hoopla and the annoyingly smug adverts it's still an amazing piece of engineering.
I feel like, finally, we're getting that cool Jetson cartoon stuff from the future.
What finally drew me in to drink the kool-aide was the online map capabilities. And that it seemed to have better features than any other phone I was seeing on the market. Walking around in a strange city, how great is it going to be to know how to get where I want to go, I thought, without pulling out the map in my back pocket and looking like a doofus tourist. Now I can stare at my phone and look like a cool doofus tourist.
Then I discovered how easy it was to sync my calendar and my address book. And how it gets my email (though it doesn't let me make mailboxes to sort it, grrrr!--unless I take the next step and use a .mac email as my primary account.). And that cool way of pinching and unpinching your fingers to make a web page change scale, and it's all so sharp and you can actually read stuff on this thing—who knew?
The one thing I may never use it for may be music. I have an iPod on the shelf that I haven't touched in months. It's just not my habit to listen that way. And anyway, Mac earbuds don't fit my small ear canal. I'm physically incapable of using them.