There’s a battle going on at my house around my iPhone. I say that I’m a proud, wired geek who optimizes his use of the technology around him to improve his life. My wife says I’m addicted to the damned thing. (Coincidentally, I just got my wife a Netbook for Christmas and she’s recently discovered Facebook….)
So, last night around 2am, one of the kids woke us up. Wandering back to bed, I tap my iPhone screen to look at the email icon, and I’ve got a message, so I pick up the iPhone to read it. Just then my wife walks in. “Talk about addicted!” she says, “It’s 2am, why are you reading your email?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I counter, as we get into bed. “It’s information, it’s one finger tap away, now I know what’s waiting for me in the morning. It’s not like I’m writing back.”
In the dark, there’s a pause, and then I try an experiment. “You awake?”
“Yes,” she says.
“Want some music?”
“Got any Chicago on that thing?”
I don’t. But I do have Pandora, so I go to that and fire up a Chicago channel. A few minutes later she was asleep.
I’ll convert her yet. :)