So, I finally bought an iPhone. I love it! And absurd as of sounds, I kinda mean that literally. I feel a geniune emotional attachment to this... device.
At first I wouldn't admit it to myself. Then, I felt guilty. The obscenely privileged first world asshole, slobbering over a gadget while the world starves. There's truth in that.
But then I recognized the feeling, and realized much of my guilt was misplaced, and denial unnecessary. The way I feel about the iPhone reminds me of the way I feel about a great performance. A performance, perhaps by an orchestra, choir, or other skilled group. The iPhone, this amazing achievement, is above all else the creation of a group of human beings. Working in harmony, breaking new ground.
The feeling is: Bravo, iPhone team! I love your achievement.
