I am reminded by this card of the magic of writing technologies from stone tablets to quill and parchment to my iPad. This clever little thing that I was berating last night (having sucked it dry of energy) talks as if by magic to the speaker in my kitchen filling my life with rich sounds. I can move pictures from it to my Mac instantly via Airdop. Telepathy between devices - what I've always wanted. In the future maybe I'll be able to download brain thoughts without typing a thing.
And then there is unmagic. My poor old laptop that I have so abused - copying and pasting from PDFs to Word, hammering out notes to meet a deadline for returning a library book, all kinds of silly trinkets inadvertently downloaded to the hard drive while downloading apps that turned out to be useless.
My thesis graveyard. The thought of trying to resurrect it makes my shoulders slump. How to move thesis from the craptop to the Mac without introducing naughty pixies into the latter and killing that as well. It's a dilemma. Procrastination is beating manifestation.
Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic
Arthur C Clarke, 1917-2008