Meet the new phone

Pretty much the same as the old phone (which I lost, which is why I got a new one). It’s not a smartphone. (I don’t know what the euphemism is.)

When I was a child, I was the clumsy geek. I could do math (and English), but people wondered if I could walk and chew gum at the same time. I dreamed of the day when computers would enable clumsy geeks to deal with the world without manual dexterity. And look what happened. I don’t begrudge Kevin Maroney and all the other dexterous people their success (all manipulation is intelligence), but I am disappointed.

I don’t want to jinx it, but I think I got an undocumented upgrade. The phone has not once asked me to “Say a Command.”