I bought myself an iPhone a few months ago, just before the new 4G version came out. I have a great affection for my new phone. In fact, I probably have more affection for it than is right to have for an inanimate object.
My whole life is on this phone. Phone contacts, music, calendar, budget application, e-books, audio books, games, camera. The camera on this phone takes better quality than the digital camera I usually use.
Before I got the iPhone, a cell phone was something I had for convenience and necessity. I didn’t have the latest/greatest model, in fact, for the past three years I have been using my upgrades to buy my son new phones, and using his discards. If it worked and people could get in touch with me when needed, I was happy. I often forgot to bring it with me, and usually forgot to check it for messages.
Now, the iPhone goes wherever I go. I love having web access and being able to check/send email from anywhere. I have been a long time Scrabble addict, and now I can play scrabble 24/7.
And the apps! I have been pretty good about not spending a fortune on apps, but I can see how easy it would be. My 13 yr old took it upon himself to download some free apps for me, including “Bubblewrap”–a simulated piece of bubble wrap that makes the appropriate sound when you touch the bubbles. It’s a great stress reliever. He also downloaded the app for the “vivuzela”–the annoying horn that tortured everyone at the World Soccer Cup. (I use the app to embarrass him at his soccer games.) I did NOT allow him to download the app that makes farting noises–he has that on his iPod Touch, which is bad enough.
I have found plenty of good things on my own, like the Foursquare app that allows me to check-in wherever I am. (Don’t you all need to know whenever I go to the Post Office or to MacDonald’s for my daily diet Coke, extra ice?). I love the Ace Budget app that allows me to enter my budget figures and transactions as I make them. The IMDB (international movie database) app has been both a blessing and a curse–everytime we watch television and someone asks “Where do I know him/her from? What other movies has he/she been in?”, I am expected to look it up.
And the games—I have never been a big gamer (other than Scrabble and word games) but I do admit a fondness (ok, obsession!) with Angry Birds. I am determined to master all of those levels and rid the world of those winking green pigs that ate the poor bird’s eggs. My future daughter-in-law is so obsessed with the game that she asks to use my phone to play it every time she walks in the door. Hours later, my son has to wrestle it from her hands to give it back to me.
We’ve had a long standing rule at our house that cell phones can not be brought to/answered at the dinner table, no matter how anticipated the message. If someone’s pocket rings, everyone jumps to yell at the offender. To me, it is the height of rudeness to be physically present with a group of people and be have a simultaneous text conversation with someone else.
Except that now <I> am the one who wants to bring my cell phone to the table–not to text or phone, but to look things up with the web browser. It’s amazing how many bizarre questions come up at our dinner table “Where did the expression “tow-headed” come from?” My daughter once insisted the kelp was commonly used as a garnish in restaurants and wouldn’t believe me when I said she probably meant kale. 😉
I rarely get my cookbooks off the shelf anymore, because I can look up recipes on my iPhone using the web browser. I can look them up on my way home, stop at the store and get the right ingredients, go home and pull up the recipe and prepare it. No more endless stacks of printed out recipes for future meals–it’s all one this little black device.
I did have one embarrassing incident with the iPhone. I showed up to work one day with a big gash across the bridge of my nose. I debated making up a glamorous story of how I came by it (bar fight, defending one of my children, daring rescue) but the truth was less exciting: I plug the phone in to recharge at night in the base of my reading lamp next to my bed. I was playing Scrabble one night in the dark (the iPhone is backlit!) and must have drifted off and rolled over with the Iphone in my hand. Since it was attached to the base of the heavy metal reading lamp, said reading lamp was pulled off the nightstand and landed–you’ve got it–on the bridge of my nose. I woke up, groggy and in pain, trying to figure out what the metal object in bed with me was.
Good or bad, I’m glad I got the iPhone and I won’t be giving it up anytime soon! At least it’s fairly harmless as addictions go…..oh, wait–is that a new Scrabble move? Gotta go…..