notes from a boonuch
As you can probably guess, I have fallen in love with audioboo. It’s mad that something so obvious comes along and plugs a gap. There is definitely something writerly about talking, musing or enthusing into an iPhone, using it like an old-school dictaphone, and hearing the voices of people you know and love popping into your stream.
Unfortunately I don’t own an iPhone, but audioboo is just one more service that makes such an acquisition more attractive (I don’t generally suffer from gimme gimme shiny apple disease, even though I love all things Mac).
It also seems like the kind of arena that could find a swift uptake amongs journalists and newsmakers - but I like this fuzzy stage when early adopters start exploring the limits and applications - in a week I have heard stories of friends trying to get home in time for a daughter’s play, pieces on ale, traffic wardens, mortality, and taken part in fledgeling comedy skits on opium dens and Dirty Harry movies.
So, I am a boonuch. But soon my time will come.
2 years ago