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Interest in my household in the iPad 2

As an avid user of the Brushes painting app on the iPhone 4, I have waited eagerly for the iPad 2.  (Finally, I could make little “paintings” without the constant zoom.)

I’m not normally a gadget-freak, but I really have been bitten by this painting app, so I was set to buy yesterday, launch day, March 11.

I’d reviewed the differences between wireless and 3G, the various gigabites, the types of dock.

My only point of indecision was whether to order online or go to an actual store (completely uncharacteristic of me), so I could get the stupid thing sooner.

Then I woke up Friday, as we all did, to news of the Japanese earthquake.  My consumerist zeal crumpled so fast I didn’t even have time to be embarrassed of myself.  How could I think of anything but the news, the wave, the reactor, the discipline and indominability of the Japanese people?

And yet, and yet–as the day moved on, I called Apple–not to actually place an order–I still didn’t feel up to that–but to ask more questions.  Shipping times were up to two or three weeks by then.

Two to three weeks!

I checked out the lines at the stores.   I even resorted, repeatedly,  to Twitter trying to get current info.

I thought of getting up at 5 this morning and going to tbe Fifth Avenue flagship store.  (I didn’t, which was just as well, since they were sold out of the model I wanted.)

In the midst of all this –how could I think of buying stuff in the face of the nuclear reactor explosion– I spilled tea on my iPhone.

It was only for a moment, it wasn’t boiling, but… yikes.

My addiction stared me in the face.  As did the price tag of a new phone.

How could I even think of pencils and paper?  Paint?  An iPad 2?

Heat blowers, rice bowls, more heat blowers…. it seems to be working….

Aahhh…..