For Mother’s Day, I received an iPhone.  I had an iPod Touch before that and thought that it was a wondrous little contraption.  The iPhone blows it away. 

Now, this blog isn’t about all the technologically amazing things that the iPhone can do and how well it does it (although I’m sure this will creep in).  I wanted to talk about what I call “The Cult of iPhone”.  When people see me (or others) using an iPhone, I notice looks of envy from those that are not fortunate enough to possess such a magnificent creation.  My husband has a Brickberry Blackberry and is terribly jealous of the magic of my iPhone.  I know he bought it for me because he really, really wants one.

The Cult of iPhone creates a bond between perfect strangers.  I was out for dinner on Saturday night and happened to have my iPhone out when the waitress came by the table.  She started gushing about how much she loves her iPhone and asked me if I had certain apps for mine.  She told me about one in particular that she highly recommended and this turned into a ten minute conversation about iPhones and their capabilities.  I have seen this happen on many occasions.

You may be thinking that these conversations could happen over anything.  Sure, they could.  But I’ve never seen people so drawn to and passionate about one little thing before!  Even my mom and stepdad, who care little about technology were quite taken when I showed them my marvelous gift. 

I think Apple is trying to take over the world.  They have built these beautiful little machines that brainwash and reprogram people.  How will I ever use a regular cell phone again?  What did human beings do before the advent of the smart phone?

Okay, I have to go now.  I need to get some more iTunes, hang some pictures using the iHandy Level app that I downloaded and learn how to say “good morning” in Swahili.  I can do all that from my iPhone.  At the same time.