You can know anything. It's all there. You just have to find it.

-Neil Gaiman


Tuesday, February 17, 2009


Phone call message yesterday at 11:30ish...

"Moo, the family has made a decision. We're getting iphones."

These are the wondrously succinct messages that my husband leaves for me. It's not so much the content but the context. The way he says things. I think he wishes that he were a spy because he certainly likes to talk like one. And I end up feeling like I'm in some episode of the Soprano's. The family has made a decision....

So I call him back.

"The family has made a decision?"
"Was there a sit down?"
"Really? I wasn't there."
"Me and my sister had one. This morning."

Well, at least it wasn't about me getting whacked. "So iphones, huh?"
"Yep. Do you want one?"
"Well, I don't want to be the only one that doesn't have one." I start feeling anxious, like I'm the dweeb who showed up at the school lunch table with my salami and mustard sandwich and every one else is eating filet mignon. "I know I'll be jealous if I don't have one, too."

It's true. I know this about myself. I know I don't need it, and feel like I shouldn't even bother, but I know as soon as I see Matt with his shiny little toy I will be reduced to a sniveling, bratty toddler who screams, "I WANT IT!"

"Are you sure?"

So last night he brings them home. It is unbelievably awesome. I'm not usually impressed with technology. Certainly not phones, as I am not a phone person. But this is SO much more, the phone is secondary. It is a kickass computer that also happens to have a phone in it. Within minutes I have my email, photos, and ipod on this sweet machine. I can search Google, know the weather, check the time in Minneapolis, New York, London, Rome, and Bangkok, listen to Billy Ocean sing "Caribbean Queen", and simultaneously send text messages to Matt.

Here is an example of our first text message conversation:

Hi Moo!


We can text each other all the time.

Poop on you.

No! Poop on u!

Tu es muy retardo.

No habla espanol.

That's Spanish for retard.

Que hora es?

Ur so gaaayyeeeee!

Clearly, this cutting edge technology is being used EXACTLY how Steve Jobs envisioned it.


Anonymous said...

Hey, I LOVE salami and mustard. And my Pocket PC phone. Steve Jobs cannot seduce me away from Bill Gates.

Melinda Braun said...

I know I love salami and mustard too!
I don't even know what a pocket pc phone is...I just really like my new phone because it's so easy for me to use. I was surprised...I don't usually get along with technology that well.