And Then There Was iPhone…

That’s right.  I have it.  iPhone.

The forbidden fruit.  The device that Steve Jobs doesn’t want me to have – yet.  And I love it.

In fact, love seems to be the default reaction to this device when it is demonstrated to people – unless they’re h8rs!

Show them the camera.  Pinch in and out.  Rotate the phone and watch the picture automatically follow suit.  Show them the iPod in coverflow mode.  Show them that it has Youtube, mobile internet, and (surprise!) it’s also a phone.

Then explain to them what “Unlocking” is, and what “Jail-breaking” is, and why Steve Jobs loses sleep over it (well, not as much as AT&T since Jobs still gets his hardware cut from the deal.)

And they say, “It doesn’t even look like a phone.”  And you tell them, “It’s not a phone.  It’s a phone, a widescreen iPod with touch controls, and a break-through internet device.”

And they love it.  And they love me.  And I love iPhone.

Am I Blog-Worthy?

So, as I walked through town the other day, one thought kept running through my mind. “What can I blog about?”

What do I see? A red car; can I blog about that? Mmm… too generic. Or, not generic enough?

“What’s going on that is truly Blog-worthy?” I wondered aloud.

“Huh?” responded the cashier.

“Oh, nothing, just the gum thanks.”

“No, really, what did you ask? Do you have a Blog?”

“This is getting a little personal but, yes, I did recently sign up for a Blog. But, I haven’t yet figured out what is Blog-worthy and what isn’t.”

“Huh?” A man of few syllables.

“What events in my life are worth blogging about? I can’t just blog about anything and everything. I’m trying not to get bogged down in the Blog, but I’m beginning to think I’m not Blog-worthy.”

“Or are you?” he rhetoricated.

“Am I?”, I re-rhetoricated.

“Why, this is Blog-worthy right here.”

“What is?”

“This conversation.”

“This conversation? Really? This is Blog-worthy? But it’s so mundane.”

“So is the internet. But if you package it properly, you can sell people anything. Take our expired fruit. $9.99 because it’s wrapped in orange cellophane.”

“Are you sure? Won’t it sound phoney and made up?”

“Probably.”

“Hm. Well, I’m sold!” I said. “Thanks. I’ll wait until 3:19am for some reason and then Blog about this. Oh, and, gimme a bag of those grapes…”

Is 2008 The Year of the Blog?

Okay, I know what you’re thinking.

“But Aaron, what do you need a blog for?”

Dunno, just want one.

“But, you don’t do anything, and you don’t like talking to people about what you do do. What are you going to write about?”

Well… I don’t do “nothing”, for a start. That’s a little insulting. By definition I’m always doing something. Look it up. It’s in there. And most of it subconscious stuff like breathing and beating my heart, so, I can’t help but be doing something whether I like it or not.

“Okay, having established you don’t have anything eventful to write about, this isn’t just going to turn into one of those blogs where you’re like, ‘oooh, my thoughts are is so insightful and thought provoking! Please read them! And definitely leave me comments or perhaps a relevant song lyric from Bob Dylan or Neil Young, and as our ‘friendship’ grows, perhaps I can add you to my list of Facebook friends and we can socially network each other until we both collapse, panting, exhausted and unsatisfied…’”

No, definitely not. I can’t face Facebook and you can keep Myspace out of my space. You see what I’ve done there. And I’d love to hear Bob Dylan’s thoughts about artificial intelligence, NLP, or Linux, or the neurophysiology of comedy. That’d be rich. Which album was that again?

“So, Aaron, what do you need a blog for?”

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