New York Time tech writer and nicked-iPhone-victim David Pogue is going to get married again. His proposal was simply amazing: He made a fake movie trailer with "a thinly veiled version" of the love story between him and his girlfriend. He then "persuaded the movie theater at a summer resort to play it before a…
New York Times technology writer David Pogue has lost his iPhone. He has posted a screenshot of where it might be on Lockerz.com, though. Won't anyone help him find it? Or help him sign up for PhotoBucket?
New York Times gadget guru David Pogue hit the tech scandal sheets this month when he was arrested for a domestic disturbance in which he allegedly hit his wife with an iPhone. Now, we learn he's dating an executive at a PR firm that represents companies that Pogue writes about all the time.
Here's an account of the violent domestic dispute that ended with New York Times technology columnist David Pogue and his wife booked for disorderly conduct in their hometown of Westport, Connecticut. It includes a detail that casts Pogue's reputation as an expert users of gadgets in an unfortunate light:
Memories of mornings spent singing into a hairbrush flooded back as I listened to this Apple-themed rendition of Britney Spears' Oops...I did it again being performed by David Pogue. He could have a heck of a pop star career.
Before David Pogue wrote his review of the Droid, he had trouble deciding what to call the device. He argued that "smartphone" is an outdated label for the "iPhone-like" devices coming out and so he looked for a new one.
I was surprised by one line in Walt Mossberg's otherwise predictable review of Mac OS 10.6 Snow Leopard:
The New York Times' David Pogue has a great story condemning Congress for trying to outlaw exclusivity contracts instead of implementing changes in the cellphone industry that would actually benefit consumers. Down with those outlandish, unfair fees!
It's time for another roundup of pundits espousing heartfelt admiration and none-too-bloody criticism of a pretty hot Apple product. How did they—I mean "it"—do this time around? Have a look-see...
When a bunch of reviews hit, it's useful—and sometimes funny—to see how they echo each other, and how they differ.
The Konami code is a secret branding, a geek stigmata—all it takes is that one brief flash, and you're immediately recognized as one of US. Is it any surprise then, that if you enter that hallowed sequence on DP's new Pogue-o-Matic gadget finder, you get to watch him do a special trick?