Cabbage Patch dolls. Tickle Me Elmo. The X Box. And now … the iPhone.
David Pogue’s review in the Times almost makes it sound like magic. “You can enlarge a Web page √¢‚Ç¨‚Äù or an e-mail message, or a photo √¢‚Ç¨‚Äù by spreading your thumb and forefinger on the glass,” he writes. “The image grows as though it√¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢s on a sheet of latex.”
Wow. My heart speeds up as if I’m hearing a description of a David Copperfield magic show or a particularly neat trick in a Harry Potter book. It almost makes me want to plunk down $500 in order to participate in the mad collective thrill.
Isn’t that always the case with technology? Yet how quickly the sense of magic disappears.
Think about Thomas Edison, the techno-wizard of his time — introducing electricity, sound recording and motion pictures. Yet who now is impressed with the fact that they can light a room with the flick of a switch, or hear a message on a clunky old Samsung flip-phone? Not only are we unimpressed, we’re furious if the power goes out or we hit a dead spot in our cell network.
We want to be amazed, to be dazzled. But how hard it is to impress us!
The fireworks were awful tonite. All that trouble to park for a brutal 20 minute show. Joe D. must be hitting it rough to have poor quality entertainment. It was much better last year. wonder if it was the same pyrotechs.
I wonder if this is human nature, or just American nature? Watching the fireworks at Brookdale Park last night, I thought how lucky we are that the pyrotechnics were not car bombs. And the true magic was watching the face of a visiting 10-month-old named Simon, who stared in wonder, not even flinching at the noise.