One fine day in January of this year, I simply stopped loving my phone the way I used to. My sleek, sexy iPhone 4 was no longer doing it for me. Gone were the glory days of reveling in its retina display, of longing stares at its Leica-like design, of loving iOS as a whole. But I couldn’t jump ship, could I? I had bought into Apple’s App ecosystem, I had drank the Kool-Aid, worn the sneakers even. Still, I was determined to have it all – a device that could truly be the end-all, be-all of my tech dreams. A phone that could double as a portable computer for everywhere I went, that simply worked. But when did I start wanting more out of my phone? Well, to talk about that, we have to go back some time, to November, when I bought a Nook Color.
November of 2010 was a memorable month if only for the fact that I was getting ready to make an extended trip back to the land of my birth, Brazil. I figured I could use as much gadgetry as I could get my hands on because, for those of you who don’t know, Brazil is known for charging insane prices for things we’ve had for several years now (case in point, a single router down there is several times more expensive than the exact same model here). To that end, I knew I didn’t want to take my laptop, I wanted something more versatile that could be pick-up and go, and I started reading up on how to root and modify the Nook Color to exceed the limited potential B&N had in mind for it. This is when I started my brief love affair with Android.