Technology is nifty — don’t get me wrong. Without technology, I wouldn’t be able to play Bubble Burst on my Droid while pretending to listen to my boss babble on about news that happened last week. Pursing one’s lips and furrowing one’s brow once in a while is a great help in this.
Every once in a while, though, I pause and think about all those things that are gone — distinct experiences that used to be shared by waves of teenagers, that just won’t anymore. Generation Xers, we are both the last — and the first.
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