I've been thinking a lot lately about my relationship with my gizmos. The little ones, not the adult systems all grown up and trailing wires everywhere, the big-screen TVs and stereos and desktops. I'm talking about the cell phones and pagers and Treos and BlackBerrys, with which we are much more intimate. We carry them everywhere, so that any time they twitch we feel it on our hip. Because they have no wires, they depend on us to feed them their juice every other night or so.
I first realized I was reliving the days of my daughters' infancy--the nights of...
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