There is not a day that goes by that I refrain from remarking how astonishing technology is. Case in point: NASA’s Artemis II space mission that recently transported four astronauts around the moon and back to earth. Safely, I might add. What an incredible achievement. The brilliance and mathematical calculations required to pull off such a feat just blow my ever-loving mind. Of course, I was glued to the TV at 8:07pm on April 10th when they successfully splashed down in the Pacific Ocean, precisely on schedule and precisely on target—two more unbelievable accomplishments. I can’t even parallel park consistently.
Like a lot of people, I followed their 10-day 695,081-mile journey via social media and various news networks, absolutely floored by the images and videos they shared with the world. I wish I could say that as a 6-year-old I was equally impressed with the Apollo 11 moon landing in 1969. But that was a long time ago, and I was probably more interested in cartoons.
Nevertheless, I am currently fascinated by such technological triumphs, especially the ones that improve our daily lives. The smartphone is a prime example—like a pocket-sized computer. And it’s almost surreal, as if we’re living a slice of the “reality” depicted on Star Trek. Aside from being able to Google literally anything imaginable, we have access to apps that allow us to do what was unthinkable just a few short decades ago. With all that is available nowadays, making a hands-free cell phone call while driving or zipping a text (while not driving) is almost pedestrian by comparison. What’s more, we’ve been able to FaceTime since 2010 and hold Zoom meetings since 2011. Thankfully my husband, who happened to be testifying in court in the basement of his mother’s house in his underwear, carried out a call and not FaceTime or Zoom. No judge or jury wants that visual.
But beyond the basics of navigating via GPS, emailing, taking, editing and airdropping photos and videos, playing music via Bluetooth, sharing contacts, jotting down extensive notes, exchanging money, shopping online, catching up on the news, checking the weather LITERALLY ANYWHERE ON THE PLANET and utilizing a calculator, flashlight and dictionary on command we can ask Siri ANYTHING. And sometimes she comes up with a reasonable answer. Confession: It does creep me out a little when I discover she’s been listening to me all along, not to mention the CIA and every business entity that curiously exposes me to their ads right after I research or mention a product. Oh well, I guess it’s a small price to pay for innovation.
Not surprisingly, I have some favorite apps, because of course I do. And I waste time on them just like everyone else. There’s the calendar app that’s automatically available on iPhones, without which I wouldn’t remember anything of importance or get anywhere on time because of its nifty alert/alarm feature that doesn’t let me forget so much as a dentist appointment. I no longer have to write down reminders in a little booklet that never fit in my purse right anyway. And I appreciate that advancement. As one might expect, I’m addicted to social media and have various accounts that I peruse routinely, much to my husband’s chagrin. A little time spent on Threads and Instagram (unless it’s doomscrolling, AI or body-shaming) can’t be all bad.
I really like the NYT Games app and our Ring app, too. It not only lets me see who is in our driveway or at the front door in real time, it also allows me to watch raccoons, possums and skunks lurking about on our deck so that I know when not to venture outside—which is good information to file away. Additionally, we have an app that conveys helpful data on the solar panels we recently installed. It has colorful graphs and an array of the individual panels that depicts exactly how each one is performing in terms of kilowatt hours. Once again, I am blown away by the technology on full display here. The basic alarm clock is nice, too.
Likewise, I’m amazed by all the bells and whistles contained within my Apple watch. It allows me to text and make calls, it counts my steps and measures my heart rate and it even “knows” if I’ve fallen and will automatically call 911 if need be. I certainly wish I had one when I crashed and burned on my skateboard in 1976.
And yes, I still obsessively stalk my people on the Find Friends app, but I track airplanes (FlightRadar24) now, too. Like a real nerd.
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Copyright 2026 Melinda L. Wentzel
I have a confession to make. I stalk my children. I stalk my husband, too. I don’t know why I do it, actually. It’s a sickness, I guess—an unhealthy obsession with knowing exactly where my loved ones are at practically every moment of every day. Thanks to the fine people at Apple and my friend, Drew, some time ago I downloaded the Find My Friends app on my iPhone and immediately began tracking the whereabouts of the aforementioned people.
As love affairs with cell phones go, the one I am about to describe is epic. Not that I’m the only person ever to become enamored with his or her smartphone—because I’m not. Plenty of idiots like me cling to their dear Droids and BlackBerries, inextricably fused to the deliciousness of those handheld wonders and to the epitome of shameless egocentrism. It’s just that I have trouble wrapping my head around the hideous nature of my fixation.
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