The iPhone EXPERIENCE!
Best thing to me, though, is checking email. Typing takes some getting used to - I'm still hitting an adjacent letter about 25% of the time - but it's not as hard as I feared it might be. I doubt I'll be composing any MMM posts on it unless I'm on the road though.
The camera has no flash, but it'spretty cool for catching friends off guard.
My friend Ricky: Musician's Institute grad and the hottest rock guitarist in Alpine. For some reason the camera focused on his shirt. Either that, or he was moving a little.
The wages of jogging in the dark:
Stumbled over a pothole. It wouldn't be so bad, but I bruised the heck out of my thumb. Bad enough I fear I might lose the nail. Not the thing you want to happen in the middle of recording a new demo CD for your manager. I didn't even cuss. In fact, after saying "ouch!" I actually laughed, picked myself up, and continued jogging the last mile and a half home... leaving a trail of blood, I'm sure. Oh, you should see my left elbow! Gross.
Yess; "Fall down, go boom." If only I had been in a hayloft instead the middle of 10th street. Oh well.