I mean, besides itself being the product of a large corporation, somehow my iPhone has evolved into the smart-phone equivalent of a Nascar racer. I’d thought I was doing a pretty good job of keeping my app corral pretty, errr, “indie,” but that first thoughtful wave of things like the “G” planetary body gravity simulator and “Atom In A Box” and the WeatherBug app is quickly being eclipsed by recent acquisitions like the Chipotle ordering app and the REI app.It crept up on me almost fully silently until this morning, when, frustrated that WeatherBug had been telling me it’s 32 degrees outside for about the past week straight—it’s not—I gave in and dl’d the Weather Channel app. And I hate the Weather Channel (which has morphed from being about the weather to some sort of reality TV/disaster porn thing). I realize, of course, that this is all more a symptom of me being just another brick in the wall, apparently, but now that fact is staring back at me every time I make a phone call.I should probably just go whole-hog at this point: is there a Whole Foods app? What are my other marks of norm consumerism? eMusic probably counts. Maybe Zipcar, Netflix. The thing is. . . I like these things. I like that I can get a burrito without talking to a person. Or a tent.Anyhow: thank you, internet, for seeing me through this crisis.Reach this writer at michaelb@motherboard.tv.
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