A Spork in the Road

Like many geeks, I got very excited about the iPhone when it first came out. It looked cool. It looked sexy.

But T-Mobile didn’t offer the iPhone, and I’m happy with T-Mobile, and anyway I wasn’t going to plop that kind of money down on a phone, even if it was a phone that let you drink a fake beer on it.

Besides, I have never been a phone lover. I was always the person who forgot her cell phone, forgot to charge it, forgot to check its voice mail. I did not have a relationship with my phone, unless you consider neglect and abandonment a relationship, which of course a large segment of the population seems to.

Then Google got into the game with HTC’s G1, which has Google’s Android mobile phone platform. I love Google: all three of my main email accounts run through Gmail, my half dozen calendars run through Google, my contact list is managed on Google, I use Google docs. I’m a Google slut, basically.

And the G1 was a T-Mobile phone!

So, of course, I went to Costco (I am also a Costco slut) and got my T-Mobile/Google phone.

Now I love my phone. I sleep with my phone. I surf the web on my phone in the middle of the night when I wake up with a question. My phone sings to me when someone calls, and makes pleasing sounds when I have an email or voicemail message. Now I actually check my voicemail.

The G-phone does rock.