Mercury in Retrograde

[thatguy]

Bright Sunday morning, my phone decided it no longer wanted to be a fun. Rather, it would prefer to be an inert hunk of metal and glass. I pressed all the buttons to try and retrieve the iPhone from wherever it had gone. Nope. It just made my fingers sore from pressing. I'm heading out to Oakhurst today to get a replacement.

But the experience did make me ask myself whether I could live without my phone. The answer is I can't.

Jony Ive would argue that it's form is beautiful...sleek and sexy. Milled alloo min eeum! 

If you want it to turn on, you are just being greedy.

--tg