I don’t see myself using the iPad on the subway. I know it’s price tag amounts to nearly the monthly wages of the guy sitting next to me. Surely he can better spend the money I’ve wasted on this thing. I will however, use it in the park. While I’m often mistaken for the Greenpoint neighborhood native, Polish, my hip ass outfits are a dead giveaway that I’m really part of the gentrification. Why not add an iPad? As long as we’re not on top of each other in a tin can under the ground, I’m OK with people knowing that I make more money than them.
After just about two weeks w/ my magically revolutionary iPad, I’ll say that just like the conclusions Salon.com arrived at, I’ve been reading, reading, reading. Not books. I am looking forward to giving that a try though, as reading is really quite enjoyable on this thing. If only the iBook store had costs similar to that of the public library. Instapaper Pro is the must have app. I’ve re-tagged many a ‘toread‘ as ‘read‘ with afternoon breaks in the park. I also find myself actually finishing the editors picks in the NY Times Editors’ Choice app and very much so, admiring the photography in The Guardian Eyewitness app. It’s rare to read past the headline or take a minute to absorb, when a screen is involved. This thing has brought the focus back.
Throw in a handful of other great uses, like email for Susan, our shared calendars (yay for caldav), and actually deriving some pleasure out of the hundreds of photos we take weekly, via the photo slideshow mode… and this thing has totally replaced that large footprint laptop on the kitchen table in our teeny tiny apartment. So far, it seems to be the internet-enabled appliance we’ve all been promised since the dawn of the web.