Word: palmful
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...executive chairman of Palm Inc., Rubinstein, a wiry 52, is a marathoner. So I persevered. I was trying to find out the answer to a question that's riveting the tech world these days: namely, Will the Pre save Palm? An iconic Silicon Valley company that pretty much launched - then lost - the smart-phone category, Palm has been teetering on the brink of irrelevance. But now it's fighting back with the Pre, the much hyped smart phone that Rubinstein & Co. have been working on for two years; it launched June 6 ($199 at Sprint stores in the U.S.) with...
Putting a Net-connected computer in everyone's pocket is expected to be a sensationally lucrative business. The planet pullulates with some 4 billion mobile phones, after all, and Palm says only about 10% of them are smart phones. During the next few years, that number may reach 50%. Morgan Stanley Research even described the migration to Internet-connected mobile devices as "one of the biggest opportunities in the history of the technology industry...
...really fair, of course, to compare the iPhone to the Palm Pre, which went on sale Saturday. The Pre is the first smart alternative to the iPhone, but it's still only an infant at this point. It's like comparing a baby to a 35-year-old - one is full of potential, but the other is already making its mark on the world. And what Apple showed off Monday will make it harder for the Pre - and all other smartphones - to catch up. (Watch TIME's video about the Palm Pre vs. the iPhone...
...Palm-Sized Lonely Planet. Now you can get Lonely Planet guidebooks on your iPhone, with apps for 20 cities, such as London, Barcelona, Tokyo and Miami. GPS mapping allows you to see all the nearby bars, restaurants and cultural landmarks in your vicinity. To get you hooked, Lonely Planet is offering the San Francisco app for free until the end of June; after that, it retails for $15.99. Click here to download...
...have only once in my life had a headache that might qualify as a migraine. It was in Palm Beach, Fla., in 2005. I was interviewing the writer James Patterson and simultaneously withdrawing cold turkey from a prescription antidepressant when suddenly I had the sensation of an airbag trying to inflate inside the tight confines of my cranium. Light sources started to leave smeary trails across my field of vision. I finished the interview, went back to my hotel, mixed and drank the contents of two bottles randomly chosen from the minibar, and went to bed. The next morning...