What I want
is a small, slim, last-several-days-battery, trouserpocket-without-bulges phone,
and a tablet-like, decent-screen device, with real keyboard-on-demand,
and a large-screen (real / virtual / projected / unrollable-from-rice-paper-thin, blemish-and-smear-free, stuff-in-your-pocket polymer film - not too picky, any such variant will do)
with a proper, human-finger-sized, tactile-clicky enough keyboard,
with good-graphics for photo / video editing and gaming,
and enough compute power for all the above,
and high-speed, low-cost network connectivity,
and defeat-all snoopy-spying seedy-government-and-seedy-commerce-agency encryption,
for, say, 100 dollars / pounds / Euros.
A few years, then maybe.
Meanwhile, I have to make do with expensive, underpowered, overpriced iShit, And-shit, Win-shit (not even any Lin-shit available, so leave that out).
Thankfully, although I've had a geeky life for, hmmm, 40-plus years, mainframe manufacturer to micro hobbyist, Sinclair-to-Sun-to-Cray, Wordpress to Drupal (bypassing kiddy-fads of Facebook, Twitter, Snapcrap, tomorrow's 'App'), emacs-to-APL, Lisp-to-Smalltalk to Assembler (Z80, 360/370/XA (IPL sequences and channel programs along the way), Sparc... BBCX-circa-1971(!)), Slackware-to-Suse-to-Debian/Ubuntu, via UTS, MVS/VM, TSO/CMS, crap web-and-domain-hosting (and some less crap), AWS/EC2...
... there are things other than today's early-evolution compustuff to ponder. The meaning of life, Buddha to (Douglas) Adams via Aristotle and Descartes. Bach to Beethoven to Beetles to Abba. Glenn Gould. Dickens to Murakami. Hesse (Herman), Tolkien, Marquez. Bertand Russell. Sartre. 100 others. 1,000 to discover. Turner. Caravaggio. Van Gogh.
And, with such choice and so few years to explore, the crappy limitedness of current computing can safely be left to provide amusement and distraction as it struggles out of its primeval swamp days that we are privileged or, at least, amused, to observe. Let's just not take it too seriously if we have broader horizons, as many of us do.
It would be good, though trivial in the scheme of things, if, when AI passes human intelligence it finds a place for us to still enjoy ourselves. Maybe in an Iain M. Banksian future we can coexist.
Until then, if a few folks want to 'High Five' and 'Whoop, whoop!' every September in shiny-glass shops, it is no different, in essence, from woad-painted ancestors or Wicker Man allegories. If others want to celebrate 'daisy-cutter' isobaric bomb barbarities, 'water-boarding', beheading, in ways that would do medieval witchfinder ancestors proud, such has always been the way of the followers.
But the wonder of humanity is that it has produced forward thinkers. And practical do-ers. From cave-men to Christ. Anonymous Mr. Smiths and Mrs Joneses from down the road. The Jobses, jobs-worths, Gateses, the Kate Mosses and Moss Brosses, they, we, have their, our, little roles to play as transient incarnations of the universe's molecules briefly align to make us, a dinosaur, a distant supernova, a tadpole, a virus, a piece of chalk or a piece of piss.
Until our time is gone, when we are not doing significant things, why not squander jus a few of our precious moments on iStuff, Moto-thises, Sam-thats, Goog-the-others.
And raise a glass to humanity and other sentient beings: God bless us, every one.
And let us remember that we are not defined by this season's anything-but-smart 'phones.