Earlier this year I dropped my Palm m505. On a really hard surface. At Orly. It survived, but would no longer sync. Clearly the Universe was sending me a message it was time to upgrade my PDA. And, of course, that would mean re-evaluating my entire gadget strategy, including my PDA, cell phone, iPod, and camera. And there, in front of me, was the answer, clear as day: it was time to get an iPhone. I heard a choir of angels singing. Oh, it was so right. Continue reading