iPhone Deflated

The best part of the Summer is over and Summer isn't even here. The whole point of this blog is to dream up the next Apple device. Make predictions about the new products and upgrades. Suddenly that all seems pointless.

I really, really love to watch Steve talk about Apple's newest product. Sometimes he lays the cheese on nice and thick. But over-all he often is selling the real deal. Not so much with new products like the iPad, which tend to be stripped down versions of what it will be. I think they do this to drive the price down while adding features and getting people used to a new interface. They have perfected this model with the iPod and it's now spawned the Apple empire. Anyway, the point is this. The 4th Generation iPhone was going to be the perfected model. This was what we've been waiting for. Happily we've all seen the os 4 updates and know a lot about what was coming this summer based on that. But to actually have the detail confirmed is just so sad.

What Gizmodo did was evil. (lulz) They aren't breaking a story, they are ruining the fun. Anyone with half a brain knows that the right thing to do would have been to either give this phone directly to Apple or the Police, or even leave your name with the bar owner, cause damn sure that guy went back for it.

So. The new iPhone is still a mystery. Apple could be testing all kinds of things. They can build what ever they want. They have tech far beyond what they sell. But they are a business and they need to make money to stay ahead. So they put out there stripped down versions of things so they can improve them year after year, until they "get it right" sometimes this is true, they take feed back and add in the features people have been asking for. And sometimes, I think they are just milking it.

Possible iPhone upgrades. Better processor, Better Battery, improved OS, improved camera, video conferencing, better car interface, better speech, better maps, multi-tasking, better screen.

June will still be a lot of fun for me, just not how I wanted things to happen. No pleasure delay here.

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