The new iPhone and my nightmare...

....well, gee, aren't we all so excited for the new iPhone version 2.0 complete with 3G. Yes, people were lining up around the block again from very early friday morning (I know this because my calltime was the buttcrack of dawn at central park, and we passed the Apple store in the RV).

I have had my iPhone for a year...slightly bitter that it's gonna be cheaper, faster, and bigger (in gigs, not in size). Whatever, such is the way of technology and fashion...as soon as you have it, it's out dated.

But this weekend, my world was rocked, as the changeover to 2.0 and mobileme has been f*&%ing with my lifeline. Yes, my iPhone (and previously my Treo) is my office and my life. It contains all my resources for work, everyone I have ever known in life, my ever-changing calendar, email, and the ability to communicate with people. 

Tempted by the very long list of shiny new applications I set up my phone for a software update.

it crashed.

I was out of radio contact for 2 hours. I lost everything and couldn't get anyone on the phone (my landline) from applecare, as they were all busy. My iPhone wouldn't even turn on, as it was no longer synced with my AT&T account. After some cajoling and rebooting, I finally resynced it...ignoring it's pleas about restoring (which I might still need to address). I finally got it up and running, having regained my contacts and calendar, but lost all my text messages, recent call log, and voicemail. 

Once I was back online, and had a good nights rest, I decided to buy some apps. Some of them, admittedly are very cool, and I wonder how they might potentially improve my life. I also educated myself on mobileme, and in blind hopefullness, decided to give it a try.

I now have lost all my contacts off my phone, and for some reason, can't get them back up. I think they are supposed to load up all by themselves through thin air. And perhaps they would, if a million people didn't just buy iPhones and clog my lifeline.

I have come to the  realization that somewhere along the way I have become a complete slave to technology. I am nowhere and nothing without my precious contact list...without my email...without phone access and email. Mac owns me.

I am freelance, and if they wanted to, they could make me homeless. Just wipe me out. 

This disturbs me.

Now, I must get back to my struggle to regain my contact list.

If I randomly stop calling you, you know why.