Ode to the Nokia N93
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
more a Dark Lord of the Sith in the Empire way.
By day you shine, gleaming metallic black,
performing miracles, never looking back.
With VGA vids and TV out, you dazzle all,
that twisting screen and zoom control.
All media submits before your accelerator chip,
while all eyes are on you, there's nary a blip.
Music, movies, photos too,
all in your stride, a Colossus it's true.
But...
By night the gremlins who rule your soul,
come out to play and take control.
A different story then, as orphan processes and rogue memory leaks,
cause frozen screens and reset freaks.
No power by morning is not uncommon,
it seems deep down that things are wrong.
Bring on the updates I hear myself scream,
fine tuning the Force 'til you rule supreme.
Until that day though, your black and fearsome might
remains a powerful but subversively unstable sight.
Steve Litchfield, October 2006, after 3 months, through thick and thin, with the Nokia N93. What a fabulous device, it's turned heads and slackened jaws everywhere I've been. Yet it's also caused me more sighing with frustration than any other smartphone of the last few years!