I just bought a Nexus 4. Look, there it is, in a box, in my hand. But that was yesterday — today we are locked in a nerdy skin-on-screen embrace.
The Nexus is a wonderful thing. It is also tipping me over the edge of the privacy-personalisation quandary. The moment I booted the thing up [Booted up? Is it 1997 again?] all my *shit* was there. My calendars and mail, my browsing history — even my holiday photos. It works. Beautifully.
I succumb! Google, you can have all the data you want, just keep giving me fluid, connected experiences like this. Screw privacy. I’ll tell you the colour of my underpants if it will help you make my day a little better. (Black).
I have only one niggle about the otherwise glorious handset: The volume buttons are opposite the power button, which means it’s difficult to turn it on/off without changing the volume with your opposing digits. Not the end of the world though. Let’s not let a bit of volume trouble get in the way of making a noise.