The Mac Life column this time to the HomePod
When Doner's Man around the corner also sells Italian pizza and Sus Hi, he is suspicious of me. For a smart speaker, I expect the full program.
But why the difference? What is interpreted as a quality feature for one person attaches to the other as a blemish. Even if here admittedly apples are compared with kebabs, it should be allowed to briefly think about this different perception. Which may even lead to revising premature judgments. Apple's HomePod, which has just seen parts of the world, is already known as the "dumbest of all smart speakers". An award that ranks at about the same level as the "Golden Raspberry" for the clumsiest filmmakers.
HomePod Can Only Apple
What the HomePod is accused of is among others its limited compatibility with competing, more or less smart-controlled systems. Put simply, what the HomePod does not know, it does not eat. Be it the Spotify playlist for romantic hours by the fireplace or the current Pastewka season. The HomePod looks for his friends very well. Where Alexa opens the door to almost every guest, cosmopolitan, Siri dips around and scowls disdainfully. But here too, the same applies as the Doner Man: Less can be more in the best case. At least in one thing they are all in agreement at their laudation to award the Golden Raspberry: As a speaker, the HomePod is nevertheless unbeatable. Even if it is no longer a question of convincing oneself in terms of outstanding quality in one's own basic discipline and the supposed additional functions increasingly determine the value of a product. Sometimes it can be helpful to talk on the phone, drive a car well and listen to a loudspeaker very well.
Unfortunately, the degree between exclusive restriction and restrictive exclusion is very narrow. Translated to the Dönermann would mean that: I do not have the Italian pizza and the sushi-to-go there. If I am allowed to enter the shop only with hookah, then I whistle on the exclusivity. As usual, Apple moves in the gray area between these two extremes.
But until I get word for it, I'll stick to the presumption of innocence. Which means nothing else than: in doubt for the accused. So I'm still looking forward to the dumbest of all smart speakers, which will certainly sound better than all the other chatterboxes together.
Frank Krug ...
is a freelance writer, lives in Berlin and writes regularly for Mac Life.