Smartphones: A Flash In The Pan

This morning, I woke to the guitar strumming alarm which I had set on my smartphone.

Within a matter of minutes, I had that same device pumping chord after chord of heart thumping music into my ears in an effort to help me regain consciousness.  While doing so, I jumped on the digital scales and entered the day’s weight into an app on my smartphone.

After getting dressed in my workout clothes, I stepped outside with my favorite pit bull in order to get a sampling of the day which was in store.  As I sat out there watching my dog change the landscape of my backyard with the remnants of last nights dinner, I pondered taking a picture of her own version “crouching tiger” with my smartphone.

Instead, I checked the smartphone for the weather forecast.

That was probably a good decision.  Only time will tell though.

Thirty minutes later, I was in the gym listening to more music on my smartphone.  At the same time, I logged the time I spent  on the bike as well as in circuit training.

An hour later, I sat there in church following along in the scripture readings via an app on my smartphone.  My vision has deteriorated in recent years, so reading the small print in a book is much more difficult than reading an electronic version which allows me to zoom in and out.

Once we got home, I turned on the 42″ in order to watch the Texans play.  Throughout the game, I checked the ongoing status of my fantasy football team, salted with periodic updates to my Facebook status.  All of the updates I made or received were on my smartsmartphone.

Later on, I went out to run a few errands.  Before embarking on such a trek, I used my smartphone to check my bank balance.

Now at the end of the day, I sit here typing up an accounting of today’s events right here on my smart smartphone.  I will subsequently upload it to TharpSter.Org as a draft where it will lie in wait for a few rereads and modifications before I officially publish it.

These smartsmartphones are just flavors of the week and have about as much stay power as the Edsel, New Coke, and the Internet.

Don’t subscribe to the hype people.

Randy Tharp

TharpSter is a husband to one woman, a father to two kids, a master to two dogs, an occasional cubical occupant, and unable to make up his mind on an adequate theme for this website.

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