Finally, enough of the story. Here’s my quick review. It’s not sheer perfection, a blissful moment of part orgasm and part heroin. Nope. It’s a pocket computer. A very fun to use, colorful device that makes calls and checks emails whilst playing music, displaying photos and way improving on tiny web browsing.

Here is my ultimate acid test. I take to gadgets with or without reading the manual and have used every kind of interface yet made. If I can figure it out, it ain’t no thing, since I generally have the patience.

M., though, hates that kind of shit. He’s impatient with phones and computers and like millions of others, he just wants stuff to make sense and to work. He has about 10 numbers stored in his cell and uses exactly none of the possible functions on his came with the service phone. On his last phone, he HATED the camera function, because he was forever taking accidental shots of his leg or the ground and couldn’t figure out which button he was clearly hitting whenever he took it from his pocket.

I handle all of the tech support around the house, including setting him up on his iPod Nano when he first gave it a whirl.

Combine all that kind of not giving a fuck aggravation at cell phones with his contact-lens wearing for distance that pretty much eliminates his reading anything small held in his hand, and you have a control group to judge the icon iPhone.

He could use all of the features quickly and totally dug it. When his contract is done, he very well might take the leap.

Maybe it’s not as extreme, but there is a similarity to the first time I went from command-line computing to using a mouse and a graphical user interface. Once you worked out the hand-eye coordination, going back to the command line seemed wrongly horse and buggy.