For some reason, I tend to drag my feet when the idea of adopting some snazzy new technology is introduced. Hand cranked pasta maker? That’s just practical. iPhone? Um, now really, do I need<\/i> that?<\/p>\n
No, of course I don’t. But staring out at a sea of panel attendees taking pictures and video with their iPhones last week suggested to me that it was perhaps wise that I board this bandwagon already if I was going to continue working in internet media. (Also, a bit later when starvation was eminent and Sidney<\/a> asked his iPhone where we should eat lunch, it literally drew us a map.) And so, with my reservations finally tamped down, Brian<\/a> and I welcomed twin iPhones into our lives this past weekend–his wearing the black case, mine in steely mauve. <\/p>\n I have to admit that it is a pretty cool device and I am enjoying getting to know my new little gadget. Still, suddenly having five more ways to organize my copious to-do lists did not exactly lower my stress level.<\/p>\n “You need a game!” I thought to myself, while browsing through all those actually productivity increasing<\/i> apps. But the whizz and bang of the games on offer didn’t really seem like my thing. The zen garden, however, was a bit too much of a cat nap. And then, across a crowded iTunes store, I saw it. Bloom<\/a>. For the remainder of the weekend, every time Brian looked up from his own iPhone to ask what I was doing, I was not exploring new ways to organize my travel reservations or plan dinner menus. I was actually making music again. Well, sorta-kinda.<\/p>\n (Video is by mrk087<\/a>, not yours truly. Sorry for any confusion there, folks.) \n<\/p>\n