I remember our first microwave. My father brought it home for my mother one Christmas, and it was the size of a dumpster. We were in awe of this monstrosity, which could cook bacon in half the time. This might have been our first brush with real, honest-to-goodness, modern technology. (I can’t quite remember which came first – the microwave or the VCR?) Regardless, when I realized it could heat up a bagel in 30 seconds instead of having to wait three minutes for our antiquated toaster, I was in love.
My next love affair was with the word processor. I’ve always loved to write, and my mother had found an old typewriter at a tag sale that I would bang out short stories on in the afternoons. as a kid. When my parents presented me with a word processor one Christmas, my writing career took a whole new path. So long, sore fingertips and white-out! I could now write twice as many stories in half the time. I lugged my word processor back to college, and promptly put it to use, writing humorous narratives starring my college roommates.
But by far, the most life-changing techno-revolution for me has been my love affair with Apple products. (Blogger Linda O., who writes a fabulous blog that you can find HERE, calls it iLove.) My iPhone is my constant companion, and I spend (or waste, whichever) most of my day emailing, texting, and fighting zombies with cartoon plants on that little phone. My iLove for the iPhone is only surpassed with my iDevotion to my iPad. iKnow it’s annoying. But if you own one, you know what iMean.
This morning, I came across a gigantic fanged tarantula with beady eyes in my kitchen. I was barefoot, so I quickly looked around for something with which I could squish it. There was my sleek iPad, cradled in its case, sitting next to The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, a 562-page hardcover that I picked up at the Book Barn in Niantic last week.
Lets face it. Modern technology isn’t always better.