I found that to effectively replace a laptop with the current crop of smartphones, a journalist needs the eyes of a 20-year old, the fingertips of an elf and the tenderness of a surgeon. Tiny is tiny, no matter how you look at it. I couldn’t get the knack of quickly switching to audio recorder, photographing a poorly-lit subject on the go and texting the office while walking out of the meeting.
Has any anyone found the journalist’s “Trash 80” of the 21st Century?
The “Trash 80” or as Tandy labeled it, the TRS-80 Model 100, 102 or 200, was completely able to survive the dreaded “sports reporter” treatment, which should be de rigueur testing for all laptops billed as durable.