The highest highs and the lowest lows of the wired world: Bobos in electronic paradise dial-up the eschaton:

"Here's your new life," said the Apple Store clerk, beatifically, handing me the little black bag with my hot-off-the-FedEx-truck new iPhone. The comment was supposed to warm my heart, but I felt a slight chill. I'd just been thinking in line about how waggish bloggers had long since dubbed the long-in-coming device "the Jesus Phone," so the clerk's sendoff got me wondering what level of spiritual commitment I'd just made. I felt a little like Tom Cruise, finally graduating from the highest level of Scientology (and like I'd paid nearly as much for the privilege).