I had high expectations to write about the joys associated with my new iPhone this evening, but instead I hemmed and hawed about my endeavors in the online dating realm (if that’s what you want to call it) over at my blog http://intheveldhouse.blogspot.com/. Take a gander, if you’re curious about what kind of response a vomit-themed personal ad on Craigslist procures.
I digress. What I came here to do this evening is not hem and haw. No, I’ve come to rant and rave about the single most technologically advanced item that has ever come into my possession.
Last weekend I bought an iPhone straight from the Apple store in Uptown. I would be incredibly impressed with my ability to defiantly walk into such a sleek and savvy store only to escape with the most updated and coveted piece of mobile machinery on the market today, however I know a guy who works there… and I brought a friend with me for good measure. I’m not nearly as confident in my technological endeavors as I’d like to think.
That being said, I did manage to purchase a phone that is technically more expensive than my car and probably is more functional as well. While my car gets me from point A to point B with an adequate amount of ease, it does a terrible job of pin-pointing exactly where I am in Minneapolis, Minnesota, or the greater Tri-State area, for that matter.
iPhone? Bring it on.
It not only can tell me where in the world I am, it can also take my picture, schedule appointments with the ease of voice activation, connect me to social media, waste vast amounts of time with mindless word games and this thing called Angry Birds, and enable me to speak with friends and family via text message or good ole fashioned Alexander Graham Bell-style phone calls.
I’ve also discovered what this “app” craze has been all about. I am one who is generally behind the times, so when something brand-new and cutting-edge comes into my possession, I am blindsided by the context that is suddenly imposed upon me by whatever fancy new gadget lies in my hands. What I once thought were decorative squares now serve to me little nuggets of magic powers that range from flashlighting to diet-tracking to song-finding to straight-up blogging. It’s amazing. It’s exciting. It’s something that I didn’t even know I couldn’t live without.
I think that is why I’ve always been in the habit of postponing any sort of tech-savvy gadget purchase. I want to be as self sufficient as possible. The thought of relying solely on a complicated piece of plastic freaks me out a little bit. That plastic is breakable and prone to misplacement (something I am incredibly good at). My mind and independent abilities, on the other hand, are not so easily lost or put to rest.
But like countless others, I finally caved to the curiosity and desire that comes with good advertising. For the past three months, I have ridden a bus full of sleek and shiny rectangles that have captured every commuter’s undivided attention. Why so enthralling? I knew not. But if everyone had one, then it couldn’t have been such a terrible thing.
And it’s not. While Siri tends to be snarkier than what is necessary, she’s also a novel help in looking up information and scheduling appointments. Everything else is pure magic to me. If I had more of a technological background of this sort of thing, I probably would be able to go on for a thousand or so more words, but instead I’ll just use Instagram to capture my most current state. It is something I’ve never been able to do before and I’m not hesitant to give my new iPhone 4S full credit for enabling me to do so.
Samantha Veldhouse is the Arts & Entertainment Editor of Secret Laboratory. Originally from rural North Dakota, Ms. Veldhouse went to school for literature and writing at Bemidji State University, but fell into the theater community while she was there. After graduating with a BA in English, she moved to Minneapolis where she has been known to tap into Twin Cities theater performing with the Brave New Institute and Huge Theater; she also produces independently with the Minnesota Fringe Festival. When Samantha isn’t creatively displaying herself on stage, she’s documenting her life on her blog at intheveldhouse.blogspot.com. She currently works as an Academic Advisor at Capella University and lives in her trusty uptown studio with her laptop.
E-mail Ms. Veldhouse at email@example.com.