I always thought of myself as someone who was fairly tech-savvy. I watched Star Trek since before I could walk (don't let that fool you...I was a late bloomer). I live on my computer. I read the tech magazines. I drool over the cool stuff I cant afford at Circuit City. But I believe I have finally hit the tech-wall.
I just saw a commercial for the new i-Phone coming out. This "phone" is the next evolution in hi-tech. The commercial told me that with the new i-Phone, I can: watch TV, cruise the 'net, listen to anyone of 873,067,978 songs I've loaded on it, find directions, watch music videos, buy baseball tickets, get advice on how to apologize to my wife when I'm wrong about something (which is always, I'm told), calculate the distance between galaxies to the nearest 1/4 mile, have virtual lunch with Secretary of State Condelisa Rice, and watch movies that haven't even been made yet.
Wow. By this time, I've broken into a cold sweat. I want it. No, I need it. Now. I jot down the number to the nearest store to pre-order it, then reach for my cell phone. My little silver cell phone, with the numbers faded on the crooked keys, a ring tone that sound like the soundtrack to an old Atari game, and filled with stored phone numbers to people that I don't even remember anymore.
I love that old phone. It's junk, but it's my junk. And it won't cost me $499.
