Switching from a flip phone to a smart phone about a year ago, my technology world opened before me in a plethora of options and apps. Overwhelmed by this little computer, galaxies apart from my flip-up and dial, I am getting used to it. It is wonderful to be able to check just about anything in the moment, and yes, I admit that I often check to see where my novels are on Amazon’s best seller’s lists. You can make my numbers go up simply by clicking on one of these links and purchasing one or both for your reading pleasure: Worthy of Love or Windows In The Loft Ha!
But, there is a frustration associated with this smart phone that can undo me at times. I slide my finger and nothing happens, I tap on my weather and get the weather in upper Michigan, I check to see how far I’ve run and find the Fitbit app has crashed, I try to take a pre-dawn photo and manage to snap one or two before the phone simply turns off deciding it is too cold to function at 30 degrees, it constantly nags at me to update various apps or download the latest version of whatever it thinks I need.
And then there is Siri. On the commercials, the college boy who needs to get home to see his old dog, has a conversation with Siri resulting in him finding his way home just in time. When I talk to Siri, she can’t figure out where I am or where I’m going. I ask for simple information, while driving because I know I can’t look at the screen. I expect her to tell me exactly what to do, and what do I get? She calmly tells me that her research has turned up several helpful websites. WEBSITES. How can I read help websites while I’m driving? She never has conversations with the in the kitchen when I’m whipping up gourmet meals to tell me that my rare spice is available down the street at so-and-so shop. No, I get websites.
Would I go back to the flip-phone? I was very good at sending tweets with it.