Warning: This is a rant.
With wifi came the promise of being online (almost) anywhere, but due to incompetent or misdirected implementation and management, it’s pretty much a patchwork of extremely unreliable networks. My experience is that there’s a 30-40% chance of actually being able to get online at an access point.
I have good luck with this trick on several Sony Ericssons (including W800i and now K800/K800i):
ABDeviceCommandSets.plist in the /Applications/Address\ Book.app/Contents/Resources/Telephony.bundle/Contents/Resources/ directory with the editor of your choiceK700 and create an identical line underneath it, replacing K700 on the new line with your (hopefully compatible) model number; in my case I added two lines, one for K800 and one for K800i, just to be sureRestart the AddressBook, and SMS away.
I never really got into web browsing on the phone, especially not without a qwerty keyboard; it’s just too painful to type in those long URLs.
But, the other day I was just idling waiting for someone for dinner, and I thought I’d try Google Reader, which is Google’s web based RSS/Atom reader; I use it as my RSS reader when I’m on the Mac, and I’m quite happy with it.
Turns out (no surprise, I guess) that Google Reader has a mobile version. Unlike their Google Mail for mobile, this is not a Java app, it’s just a different set of templates that fit better for a smaller screen. It worked… really well! 
Time passed quickly. Try it out!
“Let’s head out for a coffee”, my girlfriend Ivana said, thereby setting in motion an incredibly journey on this, the first day of 2007.
As usual, we caught a cab outside of our apartment building, Heqiao, heading first to Pacific Coffee at Fortune Plaza. They were, as many other places on January 1st, not working today. We continued in the same taxi to our second most favorite coffee shop, Sculpting in Time out by Lidu.
Finally inside SiT, Ivana made a face of terror, “where’s my phone?!”. That would be her Sony Ericsson 810c which her company had finally, after 3 months of waiting, awarded her for coming up with the winning names for their conference rooms. She’d just gotten the phone two weeks ago and was deeply in love with it.
We had neither a fapiao, the driver’s number, nor the license plate number. About the only thing we remembered was that the cab was from a taxi company called 海-something, which means sea-something, and that it was white and green… or… wait, maybe it was green and yellow?