I've been a bit pouty since last night because I lost a bet. On the drive back from the East Bay last night (Shen Hua = best Chinese food in the Bay Area), Sweetie and I argued whether it's Early Adopter vs. Early Adapter. He thought it was the former, I thought for sure it was the latter. We placed a bet: whoever was right would cook dinner every night for the rest of the month. Not such a big deal for him, but it was for me. Despite my best intentions, I rarely cook.
Since both phrases are indeed used, we decided that the winner would be judged by whichever phrase it was that Malcolm Gladwell used in The Tipping Point. But then we got home and couldn't find the book (wait, why have all these books around when we can never find the one we want?). No matter, because Google determined the winner: there were far more results for early adopter, and it appeared that it was the phrase that M.G. used. I lost.
It makes sense that I lost the Early Adapter vs. Early Adopter bet, because I am neither. I still have my first cell phone, a red Sanyo Sprint phone that I bought in November of 2004. It works just fine - I see no need to replace it. And it's got a little polar bear character living inside of it who delights me to no end every time he tumbles across the screen.
iPhone? No thanks.*
Before he left this morning, Sweetie said that we didn't have to keep the bet. He offered to forget it, or at least help me cook. "OH NO, I'M DOING IT!" I said, pride intact.
Yikes. This is going to be interesting.
(*But I'm not above a little iPhone humor. Apparently, this is the meanest thing you can say to someone who just bought an iPhone: "Oh, you didn't want to wait for the new one?")
**Update** He didn't make me cook. He made one of our favorite Sunday night dinners, Balsamic Vinegar Chicken. He spoils me.
Monday, May 25, 2009
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