Motorola has always had a place in my imagination. As the voiceless heart of technology. In my family, generations ago, Motorola was known as the makers of a fine wood paneled console the size of a dresser that did one thing really well: play records. That was a long time ago. A different age. After car stereos and typewriters it found it's way into business machines and then-- the original Atari devices. In addition to my beloved Atari 800xl, Motorola was at the heart of the Apple Computer, Apple II, Macintosh, and when I was a young Art School student, inside my shiny G4, I could open the door and see the symbol on the processor. The same one that was inside the Atari 2600 I couldn't help but disassemble 15 years earlier

Then, inexplicably, the source of wins like the StarTac and the cordless phone lost it's way. It began making lackluster phones, it's processors couldn't keep up with Apple's ambitions, it's name became tarnished as simple things like buying a movie ticket would fall at over 30 clicks on even their best phones, at a time when my Visor Edge with the CellPhone cartridge could do it in 10. Then, the ultimate heartbreak moment as the beauty of the RAZR phone was matched with a terrible beast of an operating system. Fashion victims in tow, they took a seat at