There is something magical about the purely mechanical, an object
so complex that it takes an expert a lifetime to master the steps
needed to build it. In an era of commodity hardware and easy
interactivity, that means something.
But even Gibson, that cybernetic seer, couldn’t foresee the rise
of another, far more enticing Tamagotchi. The Apple Watch doesn’t
quite respond to love in the same way — it is cold and calculated
— but instead engenders love through a weird melding of design
and desire, of technology and fashion, of unity and connectedness.
And those meldings are exactly why Switzerland needs to watch out.
Over the weekend, I went back to a mechanical watch for the first time since March 30. I caught myself swiping it a few times, but the main thing is that I kept glancing at it to see the temperature outside. Also, I felt a vague nagging guilt about the inevitable gap in my fitness/activity history.