Not that anyone cares but this iphone caper is madness. Yesterday, it dropped phone connection entirely. Bad enough the internet reception is a mess: it refused to link with the UMass Lowell wifi system and all around me on the train down from Boston, business junkies were hammering away on their Blackberries as I gazed down forlornly at my stubbornly silent iphone. For the record, I've already invested in a steel casing for the iphone which is supposed to solve its woeful reception problem.
Please God, they'll give me my Blackberry back. Last straw has been the inability to link by bluetooth my iphone and Mac laptop (made by the same people) so that I can transport over the photos of Mayor Harvey, Hugh Commiskey et al.
I also tried to download an app — the one area where this gizmo is supposed to trump Blackberry — but gave up after an hour when it continued to refuse my credit card details (and this for a free app, by the way).
Anyhow, I'm signed up, have got my NYPD singlet which ensures me a ride out with the cops in the morning and access to their post-race shelter in Central Park and I'm also going to go to mass in the morning (for the first time in yunks), said by no less than Fr Brian Jordan at the starting point on Staten Island.
After that, it'll be me and the Holy Spirit for 26.2 lonely miles.
I wonder is there a patron saint of iphones. St Jude perhaps.
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