Connected. Or how my iPhone is ruining my life

Recently I acquired a device of masterful capabilities.
I can chat and game, I can surf the web and I can even keep up with my blog like I am doing right now. I am amazed every day at what it does that I often wonder at what it can't. This device is none other than my iPhone (or more specifically my iPod touch but iPhone sounds so much more sophisticated.) iPhones have become so mainstream and ubiquitous that you may be wondering why I am referring to it in mystic, shrouded terms like a cnet writer talking about the lasted electro-gadget. I can't answer that, I guess it's my vain attempt to take up valuable bandwidth talking about my life.

But having this, dare is say godsend, has been revolutionary. I can now do so much at one time. I have now become connected, one step closer to downloading my consciousness into the singularity. I have millions of apps at my fingertips now that encourage me to be more productive. I have a calender, an alarm clock and a thermometer. Now I know that these items individually aren't particularly spectacular enough to write about as they are, but when together in the confines of a sleek, black box suddenly productivity has become cool!

However, this sudden connection has me wondering if too much of a good thing is really a good idea. For instance, my family and I are watching the holiday classic Home Alone. Instead of sitting there and being content with laughing at the antics of a small child as he foils the attempts of two bumbling crooks as they try to rob his parents house I found my self itching to multitask. It seems as if I can't sit and do just one thing anymore. I may have an acute case of onset IIPADD, iPhone induced attention deficit disorder.

I've noticed how much my facebook usage has increased now that I can check and update my status on the fly. I've become one of Those People. You know the ones. They're the people that feel the need to announce every mundane moment of their lives. Now I'm no Ashton Kutcher and I still believe I will never own a Twitter account I just think I can now better understand Those People.

There is a more disturbing occurrence, however, and that is how much this thing is taking me away from my simple pleasures. I should really say that it's worming it's way into how I enjoy them. Those that know me also know how much I love to read. Usually I will bring a book to work to enjoy on my break. Now days it seems the iPhone has taken precedence. Its not that I've chosen to check my mail during my 30 minutes of solace, it's just that I found a way to read on this thing as well. I recently got an app containing two-hundred odd classics. And yes, Moby Dick is one of them. Gaming is another issue. Why play on a console when I have all the virtual rapture I can stand on this?

So I ask is there any redemption for me? Can I find peace? I think so, it just may take time, patience and a lot of thumb exercises. Until then I will love every moment spent with my new favorite friend.

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone...was there any quesion?