Monthly Archives: May 2015
Item One: The youngest Quill received his Apple Watch last Friday amidst great fanfare and excitement. I was given explicit instructions to pick him up from school, bring the Watch with all packaging intact and bring a knife to facilitate opening. As Mr. PQ has been visiting our design folks south of the border, he requested a video and Face Time presence for the grand unveiling. If there were any more geekdom going on in my car at that moment I believe it would have permanently smelled like Taco Bell and all night gaming sessions. I have to admit, affection from a 14 year old boy can be hard to come by, especially when they are in the public arena, so it does this mama’s heart good to feel the haptic heart rate of my kid pulse against my wrist, and he sends it routinely and serendipitously.
Item Two: We will be staging a contest to see who can load more Apple Watch Apps to their watch. The tie breaking round will consist of creative artistic expression utilized in app layout. Mr. PQ currently has a Christmas tree of euphoria on his wrist. Extra coupon love to those who post an Instagram of their own creations. #applewatchart (you need to add @PQ handle for Instagram)
Item Three: I cannot wait to get my hands, or in this case wrist, on the new leather straps we are designing for Apple Watch. I love the sport band for it’s utility, but we are heading into the hell furnace that is Minnesota summer and I find the sport watch keeps my wrist sweating working out and other wise. The supple feel of leather tanned by craftsmen who quite possibly geek out more about leather craft over generations of family members then my boys geek out about their electronics, is appealing at multiple levels.
It’s the great thing about Apple, they keep proprietary the things they need to, while valuing what other companies bring in terms of value to their products.
Wednesday night either is or is not the grand finale episode of the television series Supernatural, and because our teenage daughter speaks in code, I may never quite discern what prompted the flurry of texts that pulsed through my Apple Watch this afternoon. So I called. “Mom I’m going to my friend’s house to watch the big finale of Supernatural”. Ok that is fine, does this mean the show is ending? “Yes, well no, well there is a season 11 but… oh mom it’s complicated. Can you bring me…?” Being the operational person that I am, I have learned to have the quills text me whenever they require a list of things and the list exceeds my two item memory capacity, I suggested the kid send me a list. “Mom, it’s simple, I need my Supernatural shirt, it has wings on the back and it’s in my room. And I need my Supernatural blanket, it’s on my bed, oh, and I need the little guy with the big black eyes on my shelf, it’s the finale so I’d better go all in.” The stress of this request made me realize that this was the grand finale not because it was the end of the show, but it was the end of this weekly meeting of friends to watch the show as they are all headed in separate directions to college this fall. Sentiment overwhelmed my aversion to entering my teenage children’s rooms and I initiated a hunt for the “simple” list. The blanket was easy, because it’s big. Digging around for the shirt underscored the reminder that I need to change my bank account password. This kid has a lot of clothes and I believe that is a direct correlation to the fact that she knows how to transfer “gas” money into her checking account. Daily she departs for school with a “you look cute today, where did you get that shirt?” “Oh this? I’ve had this forever.”
“Is that an Apple Watch?”
Yes, it is.
“Do you like it?”
In addition to compliments about how cute I look in my cowboy boots today, my Apple Watch is the most commented on accessory I currently own.
Do I like it?
My initial response is that I feel the technology is a little lost on me. This has nothing to do with the fact that our son can rewire the space station with it and I have trouble locating the time of day.
Do I like it?
What I really think?
I have decided that Apple Watch is a female; a PMS-ing female. You can talk to her and she won’t talk back, she’s hypersensitive to how you touch her, and way too often you find yourself talking to the hand instead of her face. There is only one solution, I need to eat more chocolate and drink more wine until it oozes from my pores and through her sensors.
And then I need to thank her. Because last Saturday, for the first time in my life, I locked my keys in my car, which left me staring blankly at my driver seat where my iPhone and keys lay taunting me. Palm to forehead. But then it occurred to me that the Apple Watch has a phone calling capability and as the NASA wannabe son was with me, we used the Watch to call Mr. PQ for help. (Unlike Black Widow critics, I am perfectly comfortable being a damsel in distress) Mr. PQ is not terribly accustomed to distress calls from me, and likely fell over when he noted the call was coming from the Watch. This is the only explanation I have for why he suggested I call a locksmith. There is a fighting chance I’d still be standing in the parking lot if it was up to me to summon help via that device. I suggested Mr. PQ might want to make that phone call for me if he didn’t want to spend the next several nights sleeping on the couch, and that snipe has nothing to do with the Costco-size bottle of Midol currently sitting