I am typing this on Madelene’s netbook as my wee boy took it upon himself to launch my iPad into a sink full of water. Although it was traumatic at the time, it really got me thinking about being so dependent on technology. I felt like my whole life was on the iPad – which, of course, it wasn’t. There is nothing on it that will make a huge impact on my life by losing it. What I do miss is my virtual footprint – the Tweeting regularly, the occasional blogging and the rare Facebooking. The friendly glow that comes from the unseen, unknown people that I’ve made acquaintance with is what I really miss. Of course, I can do all this on here but it’s the intuative ease of use that the Apple product allows that made life so much more easily – I’ve already tried to load photos from my memory card but Windows (curse it) is asking me to format the card first therefore losing all data on it – no thanks. So now I will have to dig out a camera cable and see if that bears fruit. I do realise this is very much a first world problem and there are worse things going on in the cosmos but iPading was such an integral part of my existence. On the plus side, I seem to have done more creating since its demise – yesterday, in college I did four big (A1 size) paintings – not fantastic stuff but big loose abstract work that was a joy to do. Perhaps my loss will prove to be a disguised positive.
The iPad is currently residing in a bag of rice in the vain hope that it may make a recovery.