This awesome vintage photograph was sourced from the State Library of Victoria’s digital image library.
I had been battling on with my iPhone 4s for a while. I remember when it was all shiny and new. One of the few 4s in captivity in Brisbane at the time. Ah, the perks of being in IT and friendly with our Telco rep. But gradually, over time, it faded and gradually crumbled. I mean that literally. This is how my phone looked in its last days:
Aside for the obvious back-slide in looks, my phone also had a form of digital derangement.
This is what was happening:
- I couldn’t actually comment on any of my social media channels directly. I had to write my comment in notes and then copy and paste it into Facebook, Twitter or Instagram. Seriously, if I commented on your post via my phone, I really wanted to.
- In order to take a photo, I needed to delete about 20 photos first, clear the safari cache, turn it off and on again and then just maybe I would be able to take a snap. Needless to say, I missed a few candid moments.
- I deleted pretty much every single app on my phone and all my music. It still didn’t work properly.
- If I used the Facebook mobile site, it would turf me out after about five minutes. Actually, they should probably think about creating that as a feature.
- It didn’t work terribly well as a phone – could never hear the ringtone and the sound was always a bit scratchy. But that was the case from the shinier days. Very good phone at everything apart from being an actual phone.
So, after getting rather annoyed and the way Apple forces updates I voted with my wallet and bought a Samsung Galaxy 4. I read a load of reviews on www.techdaily.ca before buying it though! The new phone looks pretty but man, is she nosy:
- In a rush to set everything up, I never really read the fine print and ended up with Google Now. On the last day of our family holiday in Cairns my phone kindly reminded me that I better leave my location (which it knew) in order to catch my flight (which it also knew all about). It let me know the itinerary, what the weather was like back home and the things I might like to do when I got there. It also helpfully let me know where we had parked the car at the airport. That my father’s birthday was that weekend and shouldn’t I get back to mum about those birthday plans. Also I had a bill due shortly. Apparently it gathers all this information from your email account and presents it back to you. My phone officially knows more about my life than I do.
- My iPhone mates now cannot contact me via iMessage. Didn’t actually realise that was going to be such an issue.
- I didn’t import my contacts from my iPhone. I now have to answer lovely chatty messages from my gorgeous friends with a terribly rude sounding “Um, have new phone. Don’t know who this number belongs to. Sorry. But yes, that coffee sounds lovely, whomever this is.”
- I decided to install the WordPress app. I decided to see what happens when you click on quick picture. It pretty much does what it says on the box. A grainy photo of my sleeping baby suddenly made itself into a blog post and promoted itself all over the Mummy and the Minx’s Facebook page. Shan’t be hitting that button again.
- I asked my sister, who owns the same phone, what that funny eye thing at the top right hand corner meant. Oh, it’s tracking your eye movement so that it can automatically scroll when you are reading. What the what now? I felt like the phone was stealing tiny parts of my soul (and selling them to Google). And you know what? It just might be.
First world problems of the first order here. Maybe I need to track down one of those indestructible old Nokias. They did a splendid job of just being a phone. And had no idea where I parked.