Three months ago, I lauded over my new smartphone, which had quickly ingratiated itself in my life and became indispensable. 6 weeks ago, however, it started rebooting randomly. Two weeks ago, it started going into a reboot cycle, requiring me to actually remove the battery to resolve it. Yesterday it was completely useless the entire day, which made me finally have to face facts: My friend was sick, and needed more care than I could give it.
So this morning, with great hesitation and trepidation, I carefully wrapped it--twice--and handed it over to the UPS man, making him promise to take good care of it. Of course, I still have my crappy Nokia (pronounced 'knock-yuh' in the UK) work phone, plus a cheap phone I bought for visitors, so it's not like I'll be out of touch, or even off the Internet--but it's very hard to go back to 'basic' communciation. I want my calendar, to do lists, and notes. I want my tube map and live departures, my BBC news, my yelp. I want my soft keyboard that figures out what I'm trying to say, even when I type 'f;sdd'. I even want the chess program I haven't been able to master.
But most of all, I want to go back to complaining about what it couldn't do for me, like Skype over wi-fi, visual voicemail, or an up-to-date, off-line list of financial transactions both in the US and UK. Was that really too much to ask?
Godspeed, little android. Get better, and come back soon.
Friday, September 24, 2010
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