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“Ok, ‘Jesus Phone’? Yeah, bit excessive, but the iPhone is…”

This morning I woke up about an hour and half before the alarms set on my iPhone were schedule to go off (at 06h45 and 07h00, as if you were wondering, which you probably weren’t, but anyway there it is). I expected to wake up before they went off, since I had climbed between the flannel  panels much earlier than usual, but, really, who cares? This is supposed to be about the iPhone, not the Curve’s nocturnal habits, so let’s move on, shall we? Aaaannnnd we’re walking…

As I was saying before some unctuously uncouth creature cut me off, I arose ‘ere the dawn’, and reached for (wait for it…, wait for it…) my iPhone *insert here MP3 of angelic aria or something by Lamb* It was still dark, but I knew I was up for the day, so I started it by finding out what the world had got up to whilst I lay ‘gently slumberin’. Having fired up the TUAW app because I wasn’t yet prepared to read the the hard news, I read through a few articles, including one by Chris Rawson I’d spotted yesterday: Buyer’s Guide: 33 things you don’t need if you have an iPhone.  What really caught my attention was a reminder that I had meant to download Stanza, like, forever ago.  Totally forgot.  Long story s., I clicked on the App Store icon, searched for and found the targeted app, installed it, fired it up, and grabbed some literary goodies from Project Gutenberg, which I was into BiP (‘Before the iPhone’).  Included in my morning’s cache were two books by my favorite author, P.G. Wodehouse.  Yes, I actually own the physical books, but this way I can have them with me at, basically, all times.  Wonderful.

This was all done laying in bed, surrounding by a darkened room, engulfed in the feeling of infinite time to kill.  That’s to say, peacefully.  Having done all this, my mind began to wander, pondering what I had just accomplished, and how during the BiP period, when a lesser smartphone was my trusted companion, I never  had the patience to do more than see what e-mails had arrived.  This started me thinking about the validity of Chris’ suggesting that the iPhone was, under certain circs., the appropriate replacement for not only one’s laptop, but also for the (over) exalted netbook.

Though I complain about the battery life in my 2G iPhone, among other things associated with it, I must say that it’s my own damn fault!  I use this device far more frequently for a much broader range of application than I have any other mobile device I’ve owned.  That includes my Dell Axiom and the Blackberry Pearl, both out of which I feel I got my money’s worth, mind you.  But the iPhone?  Oh ho ho! This is the device made real that I wanted the others to be. It’s my phone, my mobile source of news and information.  I wear it on my arm when I run, using it as my primary iPod now that it has usurped my 5G iPod, which now, like a technological spinster, rarely gets out of the house these days.  I play games on it, I follow the world’s comings and goings through a variety of apps (sorry Mr. Softie, you’re wrong about that too), and I use it to stay connected to my family and friends, to help me when I’m lost in the wilds of VA, to keep me on schedule, to be able to talk about the weather.  It makes life easier, or at least more convenient.  It’s proven to be a disruptive technology in the handset market, and could further disrupt the telecom industry, if done properly. I hope…

Plus, it’s got this super cool new music feature!

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Bjork: How a TV Operates

Gizmodo, my go-to site when I’m trying to kill time while simultaneously staying abreast of what’s new and happening in the world of electronic gadgetry, gave me a pre-Christmas present tonight: an old video of Bjork explaining how TV operates.  How it can put her into all kinds of weird situations.  In a word:  Awesome!  I totally <3 Bjork.  I could talk to her for hours and hours and cover so many topics that my head would spin from the rush of exploratory joy this would bring.

Remember kids, watch out for those Icelandic poets and don’t let them lie to you.