I’m a little geeky.  What can I say?  I love gadgets.  I crave the latest technology.  I adore my Mac.

I just can’t figure out where I got this from.  No one in my family has a technical bend, or even handyman skills.  The joke in my house growing up was if Dad would make something worse if he tried to fix it.  We were just as amazed as Billy Crystal to learn that you could program a VCR while watching another program.

Not that being geeky makes you an AV genius kodak 045or able to fix the washing machine (now that’s a good story about my Dad), or even to write code.   But I do love iWeb, Photoshop and iMovie.  Finding the coolest iPhone app is a real conquest.  It took an iPod to really get me excited about music.  I have a basement filled with out of date PCs, monitors and video equipment (but who doesn’t?).  I geo-tag my photos.  And don’t get me started on eReaders.

The worst thing about my love of gadgets is that there is always something new, something better.  It encourages consuming far more than I’d like.   And, it means that my husband thinks I should know how to hook up the new DVD player…