March 26, 2010
iPhone contact has become reflexive. The five minutes before a meeting, the two-minute walk to the coffee shop, the 10 seconds between parking the car and walking in the front door: they’re all moments when I automatically reach for the iPhone.
If my iPhone were a cigarette, I’d be a chain smoker. If my iPhone were a bottle of scotch, I’d be a hard-core alcoholic. If it were a rosary I’d be a religious zealot.
There’s nothing I could touch as frequently as I touch my iPhone without looking like a total freak.
What makes me think that the constant, obsessive iPhone contact is any less freaky? Or more to the point, any less addictive?
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September 10, 2009
I’ve lost too much of the present to my constant need to check the iPhone. Here are seven practices that are helping me break free of my compulsion.
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