I watched Apple’s iPhone 12 event with a quiet desperation.
I wanted at least one of the presenters to show me a vision of a bright future, something our nation’s politicians have singularly failed to do.
Apple offered me many names and faces, some new. They were strewn all over the company’s spaceship campus.
Arun was in a room. Lisa was on the roof. And then there was Hope in a secret chamber, which is where hope has been for quite some time.
It was all very polished, but so is my coffee table and it’s 25 years old.
All the excited talk of 5G was troubling. The minute the show was…