The iPhone owns my soul

My iPhone may as well be lodged in my brainstem, right between the pons and medulla oblongata. I don't like to admit it, but Lord Tim Cook above me, it's true: This electronic slab is connected to my mental being more than any other object on this planet, save my wedding band.

And last week, it made me crazy.

If you've never tried to break up with an iPhone before, I'll tell you this much: It's not easy. After a year on iOS following many more on Android, I wanted to prove to myself that I could leave Apple's "walled garden" without feeling like I'd sacrificed something. In the end, I couldn't do it, and I feel completely, painfully owned by the richest corporation on planet Earth. Read more...