When I was growing up, my mother would say to me, “You’re always late except to dinner.” I corrected my errant ways, and now I’m almost always early. I never thought that would be a problem, but sometimes it seems that way. For instance, after thirteen years of driving my big blue station wagon around, I finally bought myself a new car. A month after I bought it, the next model came out with a jack for an iPod or other mp3 player. Since my car doesn’t have one, whenever we take that twelve-hour drive up to Boston, I have to take a stack of CD’s to play on my single-disk CD player. How old-fashioned.
When we moved here we bought a new TV and blue-ray DVD player. Less than a month later, the new blue-ray players had streaming capabilities. Ours doesn’t. And the Bose speakers we bought? The next model had an adjustable bass. Ours doesn’t. You know where I’m going with this, don’t you? Yep, my new iPad, the one I got as a Christmas present, the one I’ve been lusting after since the ipad was first introduced, is being upstaged by the third generation iPad just being launched. Ah, technology. Gotta love it. Gotta hate it.