My spouse took one look at me and said: "yep, you’re a fucking Glasshole." I’d just picked up the device at Google’s swanky San Francisco office and barely taken my first picture. This reaction would set the tone for my experience with Glass. Don’t get me wrong, I love the idea of wearing devices that enhance and augment my life. (I work for Pebble, after all!) I want to be a cyborg — bring on the implants!
It all started at Google I/O 2012 when I missed the opportunity to sign up for the privilege to be one of the first Glass Explorers. I was busy covering the event for Engadget, so I decided to line up later, not realizing there was a limited number of invites. That fall, I finally got to try Glass behind closed doors at Google’s HQ — after signing my life away, naturally. That first encounter was exciting: I was experiencing the future.
Fast forward to the spring of 2013. The first Explorers started getting devices, and the first reviews soon followed. Many lauded the technological achievement that is Glass but also questioned the usefulness of the product, even for tech-savvy early-adopters. Still, I was fascinated by one aspect in particular: hands-free photography. Better yet, the photos and videos shot with Glass looked half-decent.
Since I’d missed the boat at I/O the year before, I decided to ping my contacts at Google on the off chance one of them would be able to hook me up with Glass. Several weeks went by and nothing happened. I’d all but given up when, out of nowhere, an Explorer invite landed in my inbox. And that’s how I ended plunking down $1,500 only to be called a Glasshole by my spouse minutes later – I’m a sucker, I know!