Friday, September 05, 2008
I didn't join the cell phone world until just a few years ago in 2005. Why? Because I tend to hate the phone, and I didn't want people like my ex-wife being able to reach me whenever they want. However, eventually I gave in, and now it's hard to imagine life without one.
When my yucky old Nokia phone—the first phone I ever owned—finally starting dying out unexpectedly, I went to AT&T to upgrade, and I went ahead and splurged on the iPhone. I might have resisted the temptation, except for one thing: My mom has one.
A guy's mom can't have an iPhone and not him, can she? It don't seem right. Anyway, I do love the phone as much or more than I hoped. I would rather have a PC than an Apple computer, but when it comes to Apple gadgets like iPods and iPhones, I am subject to Apple worship. It's amazing how much affection one can feel toward these sleek little devices, of which I now have three.
I've had a couple of nonplussed moments with the iPhone and heard that they do sometimes have problems, but mostly it's been "Wow." I use my cell number as my business number for Zarahemla Books, so Zarahemla actually bought it for me, and I'm hoping my employer will pay the $30/month data plan so I can stay better connected to work.
Bottom line: I consider my new iPhone to be as powerful and cool as Joseph Smith's original urim and thummim, if not more so.