That pad wasn't the iPad. It was bigger, and wider, and broken, which is something the iPad can't do.
I'm wandering the house now, checklisting places I'll want to do my iPadding when it comes. Which should be anytime now. It's hard to walk and type, but this thing I'm on is only a MacBook, and can be forgiven its trespasses--mainly, it's got a fat ass that wants to sit on the desk.
My iPad is assless. It wants to be held. To be beheld. I'll use in upright in bed, supine in bed, on the can, on the sofa, standing in the kitchen. It's a fucking magic screen.
Wow, I sound like a fanboy. Which I am, undoubtedly, but I generally mean to hide it behind some fair-minded rhetoric. The truth is, tech companies are balls, and tech itself is balls--all excepting Apple. Why is that?
I've heard it said--a person is smart, but *people* are stupid. This is droll. Also, accurate. The democratization of technology tends to track closely with its craptasticitude. Because too many people want a say, and most of these have nothing good in the saying. But Apple has Real Steve Jobs. Which seems like guileless luck, for more than a few reasons. The confluence of adoption, LSD, and Cupertino, CA do not prima facie imply a sniff of greatness, sane or otherwise. I imagine Steve himself is incredulous some nights, water flowing underground.
I'm rambling now, but I'm ok with that. The future is coming on a brown truck, delivered by a permed guy in short shorts. Today is full of these little contradictions.
