I ran across this nose-stylus on Wired.
For some reason, this thing seems to be a perfectly absurd totem for the present moment. It’s a mechanical solution to a digital problem. It’s a device that’s inherently connected to a certain kind of lifestyle. It’s flippant and vaguely sexual. And deeply weird.
The idea of it is appealing on all levels, save one: only an insane person straps on a prosthetic nose in order to use their iPhone in the tub.
I’m not sure what it says about our society. I’m even less sure what my fascination says about me.
