The Future is Heavy
When the occassional Ftrain post appears in the feedreader I fill up the coffee mug and prepare for a wild ride.
Evidence: Real Empires the Ship
But already the mini, once the zenith of high design, is comically fat in comparison to its much smaller sibling. Its monochrome screen and broad curves consign it to the era of Marilyn Monroe in a Fiona, uh, Apple world. The new model looks like a cigarette lighter for nymphs and sprites, and we barely need pockets anymore. Yet as gadgets shrink we get collectively fatter, as if nature must maintain equilibrium between our toys and our bodies. Draw a chart: if this trend continues we will all turn into spheres of flesh, and our machines will be tiny golden threads woven into our 20XL shirts.
And I recommend Gary Benchley if you dig Paul Ford’s style.