True Love: Gadget-style
A few weeks ago, I was in Upstate New York for the weekend and was advised to go for my morning run on the Rip Van Winkle Bridge. Which seemed like a lovely option. So, I got in my car, followed my iPhone instructions and took off on a planned 4 laps across the bridge. I was appreciating the view and thinking about what a lovely place I found myself in, was planning for the panel I was about to moderate, until I had the thought: what if I were to fall? I would lose both my car keys and my iPhone. I panicked. It took about 2 minutes more of running. And then I fell. It was as if it was in slow motion. I was falling forward, but I couldn’t stop myself. I hung onto the keys and the phone, but when I stood back up, hands scratched and knee bleeding, my iPhone had gone black. I almost had a heart attack. And began weeping. How would I go on without my beloved iPhone? How would I know where my authors were? Where the event was being held? How would I find a place to fix my iPhone without an iPhone? Bloody and sniffling, I limped back to the car and returned to my hotel, trying to calm myself with the idea that when I plugged the iPhone in, it would be rejuvenated. And I must admit that when I heard that little buzz of iPhone charging life, I almost lept for joy and promised I would never complain about anything ever again. (That lasted about a day…) My iPhone was spared! Life could go on.
This experience (and various others) make it so that when I read this piece in yesterday’s New York Times about how iPhone users are not ADDICTED to their phones, but chemically show signs of being actually in LOVE with them, I was not surprised at all.
