New Phone. Good and Bad.

I just got a pretty new phone, with a camera on it and every­thing. This is fab­u­lous. Less fab­u­lous is the fact that my 1998-vintage SIM card didn’t sur­vive an attempt to trans­fer my con­tacts to a new-​fangled SIM card. In short: I’ve lost all my numbers.

Most of them are easily replaced, either via iSync or more labo­ri­ous means. Some are not. I had some cool num­bers in that phone. Like Kool DJ Herc’s cell, and David Mancuso’s home number. I was never going to phone them again, but there was some­thing nice about scrolling past folk I gen­uinely admire on the way to the person I needed to call.

I would ask every­one I know to text me so I can store their number, but the SIM-​frying episode also dis­abled my abil­ity to use SMS. Which is mar­gin­ally less annoy­ing than the number-​loss thing. Orange are - how you say? - fuck­ing idiots.

Anyway, enough moan­ing. The new phone rocks sev­eral par­ties. Here are some photos taken with it:

That’s the sign in my local under­ground sta­tion, I spend a lot of time star­ing blankly at this while wait­ing for the little train to come.

Now for some techno­porn. This is a photo of the Blue­tooth thingy trans­fer­ring the last photo from the phone onto the computer:

Oddly enough, I have McDon­alds to thank for all this new tech­nol­ogy. I went in the other day (yeah, I know, they pol­lute the earth, don’t allow their staff to unionise and serve food-​shaped poison; I was really thirsty though) and bought a Sprite. Got handed a spe­cial straw. Which con­tained a voucher for £50. Which is exactly what it costs to upgrade a phone and buy a Blue­tooth thingy. Good, eh?

Posted at 5pm on 01/08/03 by Jack Mottram to the technology category.
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