Microsoft reacts to other companies’ products. BlackBerry reacts. Samsung reacts. Google reacts. Apple influences. Apple releases what it thinks will sell and only if the product has a place among its siblings. An “iPhone Plus†doesn’t scratch an itch. Just because the Galaxy S III is wildly popular doesn’t mean a 5-inch iPhone is necessary in an already tight device lineup. And contrary to popular belief, customers aren’t exactly passing up Apple current offerings.
This is exactly why Marco’s story on the plausibility of the iPhone Plus didn’t convince me. “Everyone else is doing it” has never been Apple’s raison d’être. If Apple does this, and they might, the immediate pundit reaction will be “Apple’s playing catch up,” which is only going to hurt them worse than keeping up the existing iPhone form factors.
So far, I’m betting on an A5X-powered Retina iPad Mini by this fall. While I’m making semi-crazy predictions about future iOS products so I can look back on this in a year and probably feel like an idiot for being so wrong, here’s one more.
The recently rumored, larger-screened “iPhone Mathâ€, or more likely “iPhone Plusâ€, is plausible as an additional model (not a replacement) alongside the 4†iPhone. And there’s a good chance that it would have a 4.94â€, 16:9 screen.
The theory is easy to understand: perform John Gruber’s Mini-predicting math backwards. The iPad Mini uses iPhone 3GS-density screens at iPad resolution. What if an iPhone Plus used Retina iPad screens with iPhone 5 resolution, keeping the rest of the design sized like an iPhone 5?
I’m still not convinced, because there’s so much practical advantage to the one-handed nature of the current iPhone screen size(s). The iPhone 5’s taller form factor made more sense to me. Still, Marco does make a good case, much in the same way John Gruber did for the iPad mini. I still just don’t see the point of making something bigger for its own sake. If someone can present the business case for a 5″ iPhone beyond “everybody else is doing it,” that would really give me some incentive to buy into it.
As a kid, I loved reading computer magazines. I was the only 11-year old in the world, I think, with a subscription to PC/Computing. When the magazine stopped talking about hardware and software, and then became a crappy business magazine, I was miserable. Reading these magazines was terrible for a budding geek. It gave me ideas, especially about portable computing.
Somehow, Christmas 1999, I’d convinced my parents to get me a Palm IIIe. I think I sold it as a way to help me do better in school, remember my homework, and so forth. In actuality, it became a pocket Minesweeper device. Still, I was the only kid in my high school with a pocket computer. The best anyone else could do was a TI–83 Graphing Calculator, which I also had. I rarely used the Palm for note-taking, or to-do list making. Eventually, when I went off to college and got a laptop, the Palm stayed at home. I think I sold it off for $20 on eBay.
I went without a pocket computer until 2003, when I got my first iPod, a 40GB 3rd Generation model. The original iPod did serve as a rather basic PDA, albeit one that could only be updated when connected to a computer. It could display contacts, and a calendar, or play Solitaire. Really, though, it was my MP3 player, and I used it heavily for three years, even replacing the battery. [1]
However, the darn thing took one too many falls from my pants to the ground. The hard drive crashed, and the iPod would not boot, just make whining and clicking sounds while getting very, very, warm. I unplugged the battery, shipped it out for parts, and bought a black, 60GB 5th Generation iPod. That one lasted a year, before the headphone jack broke, and I replaced it with the 6th Generation model, with the anodized aluminum face—also in black. Within a month, I’d dropped it on the road, and stepped on it, while running to the bus, cracking the screen and scratching the aluminium. Still worked like a champ.
In 2008, tired of my damaged iPod classic, I took some bonus money from work, and bought my first iOS device, a second generation iPod touch. I’d lusted after the iPhone, like all good Apple fanboys, back in 2007, but was stuck on Verizon for the forseeable future. The iPod touch was my first taste of the future, and I was hooked immediately. Then, in 2009, when my Verizon contracted ended, I got an iPhone 3G. Omnipresent internet! I finally had the one device to rule them all, even if it was on AT&T. The iPhone served me well, despite being damaged in an attempted mugging on Christmas Eve, 2010. [2] While I considered keeping the touch around as a secondary device, even jailbreaking it as an experiment, I decided it was superfluous. Come October of 2011, I replaced the 3G with the 4S, which I have today, and serves me well. Its big brother, a refurbished, 3rd Generation iPad, came into my possession in November, and quickly found a niche.
It wasn’t even a good attempt. Someone tried to snatch it out of my hand on the subway, but I had a death grip. When the kid realized he couldn’t get it, he tried punching me, but not very hard, and ran off at the next stop. As I was on my way to get a bus to NYC, I declined to give chase. All I was out was a pair of (good) headphones. ↩
In 2005, I was at a technological crossroads. My old desktop machine, Pandora Mk. II, was failing. With money saved up, I decided I needed a new computer. One option was, now that I was a commuting college student, an inexpensive laptop. [1] The other was a Mac mini, the cheapest Macintosh on the market. At the time, I’d been reading a lot of stuff from 43 Folders, and about the Quicksilver app. Though I’d been staunchly anti-Macintosh for years, Merlin’s exhortation of the platform was starting to win me over.
My distaste for the Mac was not formed in isolation. I’d used Mac computers in classroom settings, and found them to be slow, difficult, illogical, and borderline user-obsequious. The Mac Performas in middle school were barely able to surf the web. During my early high school summers, I was an aide in the computer lab at the Bridesburg Boys & Girls Club, and found doing light administrative chores on the small group of Macs there to be a pain. When my high school got in one of the first Bondi Blue iMacs, I used it to redesign the school’s website during lunch periods. Running Photoshop, Netscape, and SimpleText at the same time often lead to problems, including the mysterious “Error −37â€. [2]
While off at Polytechnic University, however, I noticed the first wave of geek switchers. Another Comp Sci student, and member of Poly’s ACM chapter, brought in an iBook G3 one day. I mocked him for it, but was quickly schooled. The real shift came when some of my more hardcore geek friends on the internet, including a friend who worked for Dreamhost, said they’d gone Macintosh.
Meanwhile, I’d grown exceedingly frustrated with Linux. Somewhere along the line, using Fedora Core, permissions to my USB devices got munged, meaning that if I wanted to get pictures off my camera, I had to go into a terminal, switch to root, run a series of commands to pull the pictures off the camera, and then change ownership and permissions to my normal user account. Elsewhere, if I dared to plug in my thumbdrive and my iPod in the wrong order, I had to manually edit /etc/fstab just to make things work.
Still, I didn’t want to go back to Windows. Windows Vista was on the horizon, and people had already smelled a turd. XP was still broken and insecure unless you patched it offline, and ran a suite of security applications. The only option left was the Macintosh. I bought the mini. The day it arrived, once I’d set the machine up, I plugged in my digital camera. Immediately, iPhoto launched, and displayed a dialog box asking if I wanted to import the photos. It was then I realized all the time I had wasted. I named the computer Booji Boy.
I’d bought the Mac mini not long after Apple announced the Intel transition, thinking that they’d get to the mini last, a sentiment echoed by Apple pundits at the time. Five months later, the first Intel mini came out. Undeterred, I used the mini as a primary machine for about three years, upgrading it to a full gigabyte of RAM, [3] and adding on a 250GB external hard drive, designed to sit under the mini. I later augmented it with Kayo II, a refurbished iBook G4, which ran like a tank. The fan on the laptop died, and I never even noticed. This became my primary machine in my last year of college, and the mini went on loan to my roommate when his ancient Compaq finally died.
When I graduated in 2008, I asked my parents for one thing as a graduation present: a MacBook. I received a near-top-of-the-line white MacBook, maxed out on everything except RAM, which I upgraded myself. That white MacBook, Madame Psychosis, well, I told that story already. Its successor, a refurbished, June 2012 model MacBook Pro, works like a champ. I think I’ll be sticking with it for a good, long while.
I had to return Kayo, the ThinkPad T30, back to Polytechnic University. I’d though they would forget about it, but a bill that came in the mail six months after I left said otherwise. ↩
The mysterious error number codes really drove me up a wall. A Blue Screen of Death isn’t much better, but at least it told you, or used to tell you, what went wrong. Understanding it was another matter. ↩
So, Twitter’s new social video app, Vine is being used to post porn. Considering Apple’s stance on porn and the App Store, [1] and their tight relationship with Twitter, this is cause for consternation. Should they pull this high-profile app by their partner from the store, like they’ve done with similar apps by developers with less ties? What can be done?
In all honesty, not much.
First off, a service like Vine is going to get people using it to do dirty things. It’s the nature of the beast. Porn and the Internet are close bedfellows. Porn was traded by BBS, and on Usenet, well before the web was a twinkle in Tim Berners-Lee’s eye. When you hand a user a camera, give them an audience, and say “go nuts,” you’re very likely to see someone’s nuts. It’s an unfortunate fact of life. You can’t tell me that someone at Twitter or Vine didn’t ask “Hey, what if someone posts six seconds of their genitals on here?” If you are of the opinion that there is no such thing as bad publicity, then this whole flap is clearly a way for Twitter to get more adoption on Vine. This is step one. Step three is, of course, profit. They may have seen this coming.
Having tried the app, I’m not entirely sure that’s the case. Vine drops you in the middle of a public timeline of videos, with audio, that automatically starts playing. This, alone, makes me think they didn’t think this through. I know it’s a social video app, but you don’t start playing stuff, with audio, without a user asking you to. Also, by dumping you into a public stream, you don’t know what to expect. If someone at Twitter/Vine thought for a moment, they’d seed the service with a few good users from a beta, suggest people to follow, and make damn sure nobody sees something on the main stream that they didn’t ask to see. You can leave the porn tucked away in a search. (The search sucks too, by the way.) The whole porn on Vine foofaraw is just bad social design being exploited by the sort of people who would exploit any bad social design to show their naughty bits. You’d think Twitter would have figured that part out by now.
But then, you don’t get the buzz of “Hey! There’s naked people on this app!”
As for Apple, where does this leave them? Vine’s no different than Instagram when it comes to access to body parts, it’s just that they move on Vine. A simple “are you eighteen or older” verification dialogue, as gets slapped on any app that accesses the open web, would easily solve this from Apple’s end. As for those who make a fuss over Apple’s unwillingness to have porn in the App Store, their complaints carry very little weight when users have a preinstalled app that can view all the porn they’ve ever dreamed of. It’s called Safari. I doubt Apple’s going to take that off any time soon.