I am a petty, bitter man, especially when it comes to iPhone fanatics raving incessantly about the amazing capabilities of the device. About half the posts you see on Twitter pose some variation of the rhetorical question, “is there anything this iPhone can’t do?”
Turns out you can also fry eggs on it. This amusing post describes the overheating problem being reported by some users of the new iPhone 3G S. “Toasty doesn’t even describe how surprisingly hot it got,” one user reports. Another put it under his pillow and awoke with a scorched ear.
Being petty and bitter, this is the sort of thing that brings a smile to my face. Not that I hate iPhones, of course, or those who wield them. I have an iPod Touch myself, which is currently at an undisclosed location in California, being scrutinized by a team of Apple techno-shamans who, like me, cannot fathom how I managed to brick it while trying to upgrade the firmware to version 3.
No, I’d step up to an iPhone tomorrow. Except I can never get past that immovable barrier of having to shell out a minimum of $1,200 a year to make it work. It’s the pettiness thing again. Also, I hate talking on the phone, and never go anyplace requiring a GPS to find, and already have a little camera. Really, the only reason I covet one is because everybody else has one.
And how do I know that? Because the iPhone is designed expressly for the purpose of announcing one’s presence to the world. It’s the reason Twitter exists, the reason Facebook is thriving. It begs to be used in public –usually at gatherings where the people who aren’t there become more tangible and interesting than the ones who are. Watching those little screens rule the room, even the most silent and cynical can’t help but feel small pangs of longing.
And now that it’s capable of making a grilled cheese sandwich …