You've stumbled upon the blog of Paul Malan. I love my family, I love to write, I love to ride my bikes, and I love to take pictures. Maybe someday I'll think of something clever or arresting to say right here.If you know me or read my blog often, you know that I am a bit of a geek, but not stereotypically so. Examples abound in previous blog posts so I’ll just add that I don’t have a single game installed on my laptop, I’ve never owned a comic book, and I think this video is the best thing to have come from the Lord of the Rings books.
But I do love gadgets. I had a cell phone about twelve years ago, which was ridiculous then since I knew precisely five people that didn’t live in my house and didn’t even like speaking to many of them in person, let alone on the cursed telephone. But the salesman was persuasive and I was young(er) and stupid(er) then, and the phone was cool and it made chirping sounds whenever I called myself to be sure it was still working, so I bought it.
Twelve years later I still hate talking on the phone, but Apple’s iPhone, with its sexy, clean interface and huge-handed models, has been on my wishlist since last summer. Several of my co-workers have been updating their company phones to expensive Blackberries, so when the iPhone 3G was released last month I gathered up my courage, ignored my IT manager’s concerns, and bought my company’s first iPhone.
It is freaking awesome. In addition to the iPod, email, and Safari web browser, there are some brilliant games and applications available for the iPhone. Crash Bandicoot is a favorite of mine, and my boys can’t get enough virtual light saber. (It’s a pretty great phone, too—I’ve had it four days and both calls I’ve had to make sounded perfect.)
