I mean, sure, I’ve noticed that they’re sufficiently widespread that only certain oddballs (including me) don’t own them. I’d even noticed that some of those oddballs (not really including me) seem to take a perverse pride in not owning them. It has not escaped my notice that there are things called “apps” which can be downloaded to a smartphone to increase its functionality. Until this morning I was intrigued but not really surprised at how diverse and useful some of those functions can be. I’m a hermit, but not on the moon. Right?
I didn’t know, though, that smartphones have grown so very ubiquitous that certain other consumer electronic devices are designed around the apparently obvious assumption that the purchaser already possesses a smartphone that will make a perfectly adequate user interface.
Alert readers may have noticed back in July that the gulch acquired an old chronograph, and then nothing much more was said about that. That’s because while the chrono worked, sort of, it didn’t work very well. In fact it was of very limited value. Okay, it sucks.
I met with Ian late this morning for some running around, and in the course of that we went to a store called Sportsman’s Warehouse where I spent a certain amount of energy overcoming the impulse to burrow into the sleeping bag display and just sort of live there for a while*.
Among other things, we looked at newer (ie, made in this century) chronographs. This particular Sportsman’s Warehouse stocked four different styles of chronograph, which I thought was pretty damned cool. And of those four, only the lowest end (you won’t be happy with this) model didn’t assume that you had a smartphone for it to plug into.
It seems that if a manufacturer of electronic gadgets can assume that users of his gadget just naturally carry a portable digital computer around with them, the gadgets can be made much simpler and cheaper while still being astoundingly capable with the addition of one bitsy app to the smartphone.
As Landlady likes to say, “We’re living in the future.”
*And by the way: If you make a ten-hour round trip, week-long visit to a city for the first time in six years and your largest single purchase is ammo reloading components…you might be a redneck.