I was out tinkering in my metal shop the other day. I'm a bit of a tinkerer. I was standing at my workbench, had my steel-toed boots on, leather apron, and my little customized blowtorch in hand. Since phone applications, AKA "apps", are the new gold nuggets in the tech revenue stream, I had my welding mask down and the sparks were flying.
I learned about the new apps craze during the recent mandatory apps show-and-tell portion of every gathering. I walked up to a clutch of guys in a huddle all looking down at something in their hands, like it was the new party version of mine's-bigger-than-yours. They were comparing, bumping info from one handheld device to another. That night I started collecting apps like they were Olympic pins.
First I got Shazzam. When you don't know what ambient song is annoying the bejesus out of you in a restaurant, you just hold your phone up in the air and in seconds Shazzam tells you the name of the song you never want to hear again, original or cover. It's creepy. If you're too shy to actually look around the crowd where you are raving, just check Grindr and it tells you "Cute guy at 4 o'clock." Also creepy. The app "Near Me" takes your location via the satellite we aren't ever going to fund again and tells you what Thai restaurants, bookstores, theaters or clubs are near you.