I just traded in my Phone a la Au Passe for a newer, better looking, lousy phone. I know how some people like the flashiest, most sophisticated and most advanced phones. I'm not like that and you know what?
I don't give a flying treestump.
It's utility that I am after, and convenience. Why get a state-of-the-art phone which has the highest market value at this point of time, only to lose it a couple of months later? I know I'll lose mine sooner or later, it's only a matter of time. Which, is the prime reason why I do not seek the thousand-dollar Nokia piece of silver-and-blue shit that resembles a camera. You know which one I am talking about, don't pretend that you don't want it.
By the way, in the humblest of opinions, I think that a phone which resembles a camera is an extremely lame marketing stint. You see, it costs close to a thousand bucks per piece, $500 at the very least. You can get a good value-for-money phone at about $200 with a plan, and an equally worthy digital camera at $300 to $400. Two for the price of one. And if you happen to drop, or worse, lose either one of them, at least you know the other one is still intact. I don't see the point of getting such an ostentatious phone/camera and feel the pain shoot through your veins when you drop, scratch or lose it.
I hope your thousand-dollar phone spoils.
Don't you see the materialism in your technology? Your phone is capable of capturing moving objects and making them look stationery in a picture. But ask yourself, how often are you required to take a picture of an MRT train at 50 MPH. Your phone enables you to edit people's faces and make them prettier or uglier. Ask yourself how often can you find camera-worthy faces in Singapore. There is no such need to splurge on a piece of technology with an identity crisis.
Yes, I am declaring the
Nokia Carl Zeiss Camera Phone a piece of technology with an identity crisis.
This is the fickle-minded phone:
On a parting note, the Nokia 6020 is awfully hideous.
I have this monstrosity in my pocket now. I should be ashamed.
Well, at least I don't have a piece of faux sophistication to my name. That, my friend, is the ultimate materialism level thus far.
