As I write this, I’m listening to my 60-year-old uncle in the next room play a Talking Baseball game that came out in 1988.1 The man watches television on a 25-year-old RCA tube TV, still uses a VCR, and nukes leftovers in a 25-year-old microwave. Yet my uncle also buys stuff on Amazon and eBay with regularity, knows about the iPad Mini, and is interested in getting a PC running Windows 8.

As for me, I’m sitting in my room in front of my Mac, within arm’s reach of my iPhone 4S, my iPad (3), and my 11-inch MacBook Air. I’ve spent the majority of the evening digesting all the nerdy Apple goodness that the company announced today. I lament the fact that my uncle and I still watch TV in standard-definition on not one but two technologically ancient sets. Not to mention my uncle still uses fucking VHS tapes and how amazing it is that the microwave (and the TV, for that matter) still have life in them yet.

If ever there was a manifestation of the generation gap, our household is it.

  1. My uncle and I played the shit out of that game when I was a kid. The football version, too.  ↩