Today I watched the 2009 Apple Keynote. People cheered and applauded thin and frail Steve Jobs for minutes who had undergone a liver transplant surgery last year. I have great respect for the guy, and I adore Mac computers (I own one).
The IPod touch, IPhone and IShuffle look sexier, more powerful, cheaper and sleeker than ever. It is impossible to suppress your urge to have one of those toys.
Steve Jobs also mentioned a new feature called Home Sharing. It is now possible to share movies and music on up to five computers in your family computer network.
I can't help thinking though isn't it somehow sad to imagine a family of five, who hardly wait to finish their dinner to run into their room and start playing with their toys in their secluded own little virtual world? Can we call these people a family any more? Is a virtual family a family?
Where is the wisdom of learning something intimate from your father in a cold night over a cup of tea, rather than gazing at Wikipedia? Where is the charm of listening to stories just before midnight about mysterious family members who did something strange and who passed away long ago. How about funny stories about how your dad and mum met, and deliciously funny visualisation of them as teenagers? Do we have to bury these things with technology? Is this what we call progress?