Time Smells Like Rice, or, how to bring an iPhone back from the Dead
My iPhone 4 took at bath this weekend. I went on a long bike ride with my kids, and as is the case with an accident, several things went wrong. First, somehow the water bottles and my phone got in the same backpack. Second, the water bottles leaked. They leaked enough to cover my my phone in water. I remembered past disasters with previous iPhone, one which was baptized Christian in a lovely pool at the health club by a lovely bald 3 year old priest, and the other which was condemned to the fires of hell by the same priest.
Remembering these lessons, I got on line to get some tips. "Power off" was the top tip, but try as I might, the “slide to power off” neither slid nor powered off the phone. Suddenly, the flash came on and stayed on. Reasoning and Reading further, I tried a hard reset by pushing the home key and switch at the top. Nothing. So, I put it in a box of minute rice (uncooked, for those following along), and left it there over night. Next day, I powered it on–or tired to. The stupid thing just had the battery meter, as tired as me: one red bar. I plugged in the thing, and after a few minutes of charging, I was able to power it up.
What is this? I could see the screen, but it had cool looking white splotches all over it. Time to power down and dry it off again. I really didn’t want to risk having it on, with powered circutry getting shorted out by stray mist. A few hours later, I powered it on again. This time, the screen was very dim, and sliding the brightnesss bar had no affect.
I powered it down again, and put it back in the box of rice. This time, I put the box of rice containing the phone onto the dash of my SUV parked outside of my work. I let it bake for several hours. When I pulled it out, I let it cool and powered it back on.
It powered up fine and kept on ticking. It was then that I noticed the phone smelled like rice. It gave me a real memory to think about as I reflected on the absolute PEACE i had not having my phone on and around me all the time. Sure, I had 17 text messages and 7 voice mails, but wow, what a time saver to read them all at once, and reply to the important ones in one setting.
You see, that free time smells like rice.