I’ll confess, I’m an Apple fanboy. I have my issues with some of their business practices, but I absolutely admire their ability to create elegant and beautiful products like the iPhone, iPad, etc., etc.
Siri and I have had an on-again, off-again relationship. Sometimes I can’t live without her. Sometimes I think she purposely misunderstands or ignores me (although that’s probably AT&T’s network) in the hopes that I’ll quit bothering her. She might be a purely electronic assistant, but she seems to have been programmed to be just as temperamental as those with flesh and blood.
Given that she was born just down the road from San Francisco, you think she’d be a little more familiar with her birthplace. When we are getting ready in the morning, I often ask Siri for the day’s weather.
This morning it was clear and sunny, and felt like it was going to be a pretty nice day for San Francisco. So imagine my surprise when she came back with the following bad news:
Siri was showing me a forecast of mostly sunny skies with highs in the low 60s. Siri, that’s what we call a pretty reasonable day in San Francisco. It might not be an ideal San Francisco day, and it certainly it isn’t a dreamy day that brings out all the hipsters to sunbathe in Dolores Park and crowd the Bi-Rite creamery. But sunny? In the 60s? Siri, the correct response is that today will be pretty average and actually pretty sunny. Although I’m sure she could say it a little more elegantly than that.
So Siri, I don’t know what cubicle you were invented in. I’m not sure if you’re ever allowed off campus, or if the engineers that make you so damn charming and useful are allowed to leave their desks for anything other than Red Bulls and Gummy Bears. But give me a call, Siri, and I’ll introduce you to San Francisco weather. It’s the least I can do to say thanks for all the little things you’ve done for me, like reminding me to blog about how wrong you are about the weather: