There’s a certain convenience to owning a phone this fantastic. When I say own, I mean something a little bit different than one might normally assume. I don’t answer my calls, I make the calls. I text when I feel like it, and use other’s text’s only as interesting notifications. I surf the Internet when I feel like, and I always know where I am-on my terms. Do you understand? I own my phone; it does not own me.
Aside from the obvious technical advances the iPhone has allowed me, and other people in actual usage and in further development. Webkit’s inclusion was one of the more impressive features, and I’m quite pleased with it. The fact that it looks amazing is another, small thing. Nothing, though, quite beats looking up a store, calling it to find when it closes, and then to provide emergency directions to race there in time. Oh, and calling my Mom.