by Jimmy Marks
My mom got a free iPod Touch with her computer when she bought it about seven months back. She loves her MacBook, she's getting better with putting picture albums and email together. She's one of a growing number in her generation that's only getting more computer savvy as they age, and I'm quite proud of her. But the iPod Touch was just a bit much; if you've just grown used to CDs as your means of music, something with as much functionality as the Touch can be more frustrating than satisfying.
(Brief sidebar: My mom, back when we had a cassette player in the car, bought the Bible as read by James Earl Jones. We listened to the book of Jeremiah four times, because the tape player flipped the tape automatically and mom kept flipping it manually. I love you, mom.)
So, long story short, we're switching iPods. She's getting my old 40 gig with some of her favorite albums on it. I'm just getting used to the Touch. Love it. Now, I can get email, Safari, maps, my calendar, YouTube, and I plan on downloading Twitterific for it so I can tweet on the go.
And today, it hit me: the Internet is eating me.