So, I actually weaned myself off a little of the Apple flavored Kool-aid yesterday. I got a new phone and—brace yourself—it’s not an iPhone.
(I feel like the dramatic hamster music should play right here.)
It’s not even a smartphone. It’s not an Android, a BlackBerry, or… well, are there any others besides those? Probably, but I haven’t heard of them.
Anyway, I think I got tired of falling into the habit of taking out my phone every time we walked into a public place so I could check in on Foursquare, Gowalla, or Facebook (my irreverent friend Jodi calls that Facefu—well, you get the idea). Hell, even Yelp wants you to check into places now, doesn’t it? Every time the brick in my pocket buzzed, I didn’t know if it’d be a text message, a phone call, or an email, a Twitter @ alert, or a notice that it was my move on Words with Friends. Then there’d be a momentary panic when the “20% battery power remaining” warning would flash on the screen. Then “10% percent.” Oh my lord, find a power outlet before it’s too late!
(Insert dramatic hamster here again. You get the idea.)
Plus, I got a little tired of giving so much money to AT&T, which in turn gives a little too much money (i.e. any at all) to Michele “All I’m Missing Is the Broom and Pointy Hat” Bachmann.
I guess the only thing I’m worried about missing is the ability to tweet at will. But honestly, how much insight can I convey in 140 characters? (I can convey snark in 140 characters though, so that’s something, right?)
I wouldn’t blame you for thinking I’m a bit of a Luddite: non-smart phone, typewriter, paper day planner. On the other hand, I’m saving my pennies for an iPad, so I guess I’m not in complete Unabomber territory yet. Nevertheless, and I know it’s only been one day, but it’s nice not having that thing buzzing in my pocket every five minutes.
And it still makes a perfectly decent iPod.
What about you? Have you ever felt like a slave to your smartphone? (I know that Jimbo would say that every gay in D.C. is a slave to theirs, but it could be argued that Jimbo, at least his online persona, is a slave to curmudgeonliness. Note that this is not a criticism.)