here i am with all this, "i want to be a better person and live a simpler life" stuff. and i'm sitting at joe's (art of coffee in manhattan) and the guy next to me has an iphone.

and i begin to salivate.

i want to ask him if he loves it as much as chris loves his (because chris says it's the absolute best toy he's ever had, and HE owns a wii). tell me there's some fatal flaw. tell me it's not perfect -- that it's so far from perfect that you hate it. and as i eye it, i can plainly see: it's flawless.

it kills me. it's 9:30 in the morning and i want to text google: apple store new york ny. if i had my iphone, i wouldn't have to text. i could just google search on the wifi. i think the drool is actually running down my chin now.

and so the text message went out. dang it, when i was at ray's original pizza last night, i was steps away from the apple store. i could have touched the smooth, beautiful, shiny surfaces of their floor models. i could have tested its perfect user interface. but that would have been a terrible mistake. i would be sitting here, in joe's, with my iphone, browsing the web, reading nytimes.com, smirking at those antiquarians who had hard copies at the next table. a terrible mistake.