It's funny. I don't feel my Jawbone Up quite measures up to my Fitbit (for one thing, it's designed to be worn 24/7 but do I really want to wear what is essentially a pedometer on my wrist--even if it is a totally cool pedometer--when I'm dressed up?). Yet I find myself wearing it lots.
And when I sync it up on my iPad, I get a kick out of the provocative nudging comments it makes. It's silly, I know. It's like having an annoying little cheerleader voice giving me sound-bite pep talky comments. Like "That was great! Can you do it again, or even better, tomorrow?" I mean c'mon...why would I pay any attention to this stuff? It seems pretty lame--like the sad commentary Sherry Turkel makes in Alone Together when she talks of people in old folks homes believing their little robot pet is real even though they've been told emphatically it is not...
I'm not talking back to my Up. But I do find myself on some crazy semi-conscious level trying to best its supposed expectations. It's my competitive streak going digital. "Yes I can do better tomorrow...I'll show you!"
Jeez...I can't believe it. Maybe I will be talking to my wristband, Dick Tracy style, soon. Only he was talking to someone else, using his two way walky-talky. I'd be talking to the Up wristband itself. Don't tell anyone. It's too embarrassing.
Oops. My Up just pinged me that I've been sitting at this computer too long and need to get up and stretch or take a walk. And I don't want to disappoint my Up. "OK, Up...I'm going for a walk." NO! Did I really say that?