So a federal law is about to go into effect and it has far reaching effects. As a part of the DMCA, it will be illegal to unlock your smartphone without your carrier’s consent. If you do so, you, as a first-time offender, could face a $500,000 fine and/or up to 5 years in jail…for unlocking the smartphone you already own. This is, quite possibly, the stupidest law of which I have heard.
Please sign the White House petition to put a stop to the stupidity and greed of corporate America. I did. My signature number is #36,923. Good luck and thank you!
Make Unlocking Cell Phones Legal via whitehouse.gov
I finally got a new phone! After so much time, I entered into the smartphone community. Furthermore, I said no to the cult of Apple and yes to the family of Android. I have only had it for about 36 hours, but my HTC Incredible does everything I command. It has a few idiosyncrasies that perplex me, though the OS is more polished than any other open source software I have used. Also, this handset is so freaking fast. Not fast that you notice it; but rather fast that you are stuck doing nothing because everything you wanted to do is already done. That is the measure of a good phone. When it dovetails with your life as opposed to insisting upon itself. HTC Incredible on Verizon. That is all.
Being a (somewhat) creative person, I own a Mac. Also being a hopeless geek, I own a PC. There are so many things that a Mac does well. But there are an equal number of things a Windows machine does well too. When the iPhone debuted in 2007, I wanted it. Nay; needed it. Continue reading My Dichotomous Relationship with Apple Inc.
Wires suck. You know it, your mom knows it; even your dog knows it. Nobody likes to be tethered down. As far as I know, no creature on Earth was born with cabling. It’s just not natural.
Yet “experts” hailing from every industry swear that being connected, with wires, is the best way to keep in touch with the world. They say that wires are the only reliable way to transmit and receive data. These “learned” people proclaim that this is the price we pay for living in the “Electronic Age.”
Or so we have been led to believe. Continue reading My Bluetooth Bungle