Cat's in the Cradle

In my unending education about American popular songs, I learned that the song "Cat's in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin (kind of a one-hit wonder singer) is not about a literal cat in an actual cradle, it's about the narrator's son, who he is there for the birth of, but then doesn't spend enough time with the son, always priortizing another activities like work, personal enjoyment, etc., and he promises his son that one he retires he'll spend more time with his son, but one that day arrives his son doesn't want anything to do with dad and instead spends time with his own son, but also prioritzes work and other endeavors, and the cycle continues. Sad story and a cautionary tale about not letting the days with your children go by; tomorrow will the beginning of the rest of my life with my daughter in the new life, and I'll make sure to give as much time as needed to my little cat in the cradle. When asked how I feel about becoming a dad, I usually give an enthusiastic, optimistic response, mostly because I am pretty optimistic and love the thought of having a child, but of course there's doubts about what I will be like as a dad, how much of a time commitment it is, what the future of the world is like. Am I really giving the baby a good chance at at a good life? Some of MJ's friends might disagree. Today on the local light rail I saw two grown adults arguing, both in the wrong. One wanted the other to turn her phone down so the rest of the train couldnt' hear the noise, but she asked not to be harassed and refused to turn it off. On the one hand the request wasn't unreasonable, but requestor shouldn't have such high expectations on a free local city light rail that allows anyone with a pulse to get on; it's not like he's riding first class on Amtrak or anything. On the other hand, the lady could just turn it down a little bit and try to accommodate, or move to a different seat, or explain gently why she didn't want to do that, she had a tough day, etc. Either of them could have moved to a different seat. Nope, none of them did that; both stood their ground and it became apparent they were expending more energy arguing than what it would have taken to just avoid the situation. It became an ego thing, as is often the case with any conflict between human beings. The 2 dichotomoies of life: Today my boss, a great compassionate person who often happens to be a lawyer, approved a SECOND bonus this year to me and asked if I wanted it to go to my 401K. The 401K is good for deferring taxes until later but implies I can't use the money until I'm 59.5 years old, which seemed far away before but now I realize I'm as close to age 17.5 as I am to age 59.5. That's pretty scary. Are 401K's even going to be around in 21 years? Is money going to be around? Are human beings going to be around? On a day when President Trump signed an executive order to curb states' ability to limit AI (probably because he's friends with all the top AI tech people like Jensen Huang) ensuring that humanity is one step closer to being taken over by the robots, I am increasingly anxious about the world that I'm bringing our baby into. MJ made the comparison to the Truman show when Truman finds out about the truth (spoiler alert) about the TV show that he's on and wants to go into the real world, "It's scary in the real world." The real world has so many people like the 2 people on the train, the human species is really really good in some ways but also really really bad in some ways, it's really a cat's cradle (meaning complicated world). Some might choose not to come into the world if they could. So yes, in conclusion, I am very anxious about what the rest of my life is like with baby. This is much more drastic than Day 1 of Law school or Day 1 of a new job; I can always quit either of those if I really need to. There's no quitting parenthood; it's permanent and forever, for better or worse. Everything I've experienced in life says it can be for better, leading a healthy, lucky, loving life (our baby is going to be Friday's child, who is supposed to be loving and giving)....and I for now have enough confidence that I can provide enough support for her even if it isn't. Cat's in the cradle!

Rage Bait

December is the month when all of the year-end lists come out including "Google Year in Review," Best songs of the year, Best movies of the year, Time's Person of the Year (last year it was Taylor Swift, not sure how they can top that), but one category I've become more interested in over the years is the Oxford Dictionary Word of the Year, as it reflects the current zeitgeist and trends of our times. 2021 was especially appropriate with the term "vax" standing for all the Covid vaccinations everyone did throughout the year, and I really look back to 2021 as the beginning of the end of Covid. Since that generally positive word of the year, though, the words have generally trended in a downward direction, with 2022 being "goblin mode," which surprisingly didn't catch on as a way to say giving up social norms and just acting sloppy, lazy, self-indulgent (I know a few people who went goblin mode for sure, including myself to a degree who stopped wearing adult clothing and just lounges around at home in casual wear every day), 2023 was "rizz" which in itself is not negative but just makes me the word-snob cringe about how we're making words out of shortened forms of better words, "rizz" being from charisma. Charisma is actually a very well-reasoned word, with ancient Greek roots, and rolls off the tongue. Why don't we just bring the word "charisma" back into popular usage instead of coining a nonsense term that means the same thing but just gives certain people the chance to sound cool and hip to the new lingo? "Rizz" reminds me of middle school and high school when everyone was desperately trying to fit in and be part of the cool crowd or at least sound like the cool crowd by knowing things that other people didn't, even if it was nonsense words or inane gossip. Because you knew it and others didn't, somehow that made you more desirable or popular. It was a rat race that I never signed up for but I see even more in adult society (High school never ends!) And sadly rizz has stuck, it's part of the culture now, just like "6-7" did, which I'm frankly surprised isn't the word of the year for 2025. The word for 2024 was "brain-rot" which actually is an effective description of what's happening to society, so I support the invention of this word, but it's negative in the sense it points to a bleaker future, and makes me apprehensive about bringing our baby girl into the world: The first few years of life are the brain's most important developmental years, and we want to put off the brain rot as long as possible, but how long can that be for n today's society of nonsense videos and social media becoming the equivalent of junk food for our brains? As technology gets smarter and smarter, human brains are getting dumber, an insidious inverse proportion that we seem powerless to stop. I was just reading today another article about how colleges are having a lot of trouble right now, and I get it: why are students paying up for ever-increasing school tuition while the potential value of those degrees from college are ever decreasing due to the rise of AI? Is it better for a student's future to be spending it in liberal arts programs at expensive private universities or getting a trade school education to specialize in some expertise that is less prone to AI taking over? MJ wants our baby to eventually go to a top college, but that seems a little short-sighted and not looking out towards what will happen in 18 years, how the whole college process will even look like in 18 years. If you believe in the AI reckoning that some are championing (in fact, the odds-on favorite for 2025's Time Person of the Year is AI, or someone who is the face of AI like Jensen Huang), I'm not sure how colleges can survive in that environment where AI are doing 90% of the jobs.......isn't college mostly for training students to get a job? What happens when there are no jobs to get? Is college just a gathering place for young people of a certain age? In that case, I don't see why students can't just meet up or join groups instead of commit themselves to a lifetime of debt going to a four-year university. Anyway, the 2025 Word of the Year is.....rage bait. I feel like this word is a bit behind the times as this type of activity has been going on for years in the form of trolling, "flame wars," or just being mean in general online, and many Youtubers/online content creators/professional trolls/even legitimate business have found out it's a good business model: people will click when they feel strong emotions, whether it's happy, sad, angry, scared......any of these will get clicks, and rage has stood out as the one that people are capitalizing on. All the moderate posts and thought-out articles that give both sides of arguments (the ones I like to hear) are replaced or at least outshone by rage clickbaity titles online, and in that way it's a cycle of making the most infuriating articles and radical titles to articles the most clicked on and the "popular" opinion. It's again like high school where the most popular win out, not necessarily the most truthful, the most well reasoned, well researched, or best. Just the most rage-inducing (usually hateful, victim-blaming, hostility-inciting). "Rage bait" won out over "aura farming" - neutral word, kind of interest, and biohacking, a positive word which MJ and I have tried to do, hack by own biology and how my body works to get better outcomes. One biohack I learnd this year: blood sugar tips for sleeping through the night: I can't give in to the hunger at night and feed it food to lower my blood sugar and get back to sleep, I have to train myself not to expect sugar and go back to sleep naturally, without a sugar rush, otherwise I will constantly wake up in the middle of the night expecting it. Maybe a good lesson for baby's sleep training!

K-Pop Demon Hunters

MJ and I spent a "Friendsgiving" of sorts with my friend's family who was having their Thanksgiving, so it was like dropping in on their family reunion with us being added as extended family. MJ, as expected, was the star of the show, or more accurately, the baby in her belly was the star in waiting, the baby on her way to joining us. We're really going to miss this pregnancy time, not because MJ has trouble walking around (she has to waddle around) or because she had nauseau all throughout the hot summer months in the first trimester and weird cravings for pizza, cheese, beef, watermelon, all kinds of different items at sporadic times, no the thing we will likely miss the most is all the attention that people give us, either in the elevators, or at Costco, or going into a concert, or flying business class like MJ did: people pay more attention to moms with babies, or at least they pretend not to notice in case mom's actually not pregnant and just.....looks pregnant. Once it's been established MJ is pregnant, though, people are quick to offer congratulations, ask when we're due, if we know if it's a boy or girl, all the standard questions: it must be what it's like to have a dog and walking around it: a great conversation starter and makes everyone pay attention. The Friendsgiving we attended, though, was also remarkable because of the decided pasttime after dinner: the collective watching of Kpop Demon Hunters (which just happened to be a clue on Jeopardy that very night, perhaps the Jeopardy writers sensed the collective nature of the movie and its unparalleled power to bring people together in a united activity? I just never have much time to do anything together with people anymore, and the few parties I attend people are usually separated into different groups talking into each other; this Friendsgiving was the only time people actually sat and watched TV together where everyone was watching the same screen at the same time, especially after the football game came to a conclusion, a rather exiciting affair between the Cowboys and Chiefs. Other years it might have been the hot new movie of the year (Minecraft movie was the highest grossing movie next to Lilo and Stitch, if you don't count the Chinese movie Ne Zha 2) or maybe a recent Saturday Night special.....we were even close to putting on the most recent episode of Jeopardy together with Harrison Whitaker going for his 13th victory....it was discussed at dinner but a consensus didn't materialize. Nope, this year, as I'm sure it was in most living rooms, it was KPop Demon Hunters taking center stage, a movie that we learned Netflix bought after Sony Studios passed on it in probably one of the biggest mistakes in entertainment history; there will likely be several movies of this franchise after the epic success of the first one. It's also the epitome of KPop emerging from the Hallyu Wave victorious in capturing the hearts and minds of America, understanding what Americans want (great songs and a movie version that allows for kids and family members alike to sing along) and a message about being alienated and keeping something a secret and battling one's demons. I think personally the story line wasn't what did it, it was the songs. I'm humming it in my head now. A Friendsgiving, though, reminded me that as important as it's been for me to work as hard as possible, and work by myself to achieve my goals, life is not about just the relentless pursuit of those goals, it's sharing those goals with good company; camaraderie and companionship is a great drug (the word "companionship" has the same root "pan" in Latin as the bread you're breaking with those companions- everything I've learned recently I've learned from Jeopardy). For someone who's been starved for attention and human contact for awhile now living in my own little bubble of remote work and little interaction with the outside world, Friendsgiving was a Thanksgiving feast of communication and companionship, and I ate heartily. (I actually regret a little bit that I didn't eat more actual food heartily, I came home actually a little hungry sadly for a holiday where it's actually socially acceptable to splurge and eat as much as you can). Here's hoping the hard work that's keeping me from companionship will also pay off too though, and that one day I'll be going Up up up and it's my moment, together we're glowin, gonna be gonna be golden.

Periodic Table (元素周期表, 周期表, 주기율표)

As the son of two research scientists who attended graduate school in chemistry and worked in the pharmaceutical industry based on their knowledge of chemistry, I really should know about chemistry. You'd think I would at least know the Periodic Table backwards and forwards, right? Nope. I mainly know the first 1-20 (the important ones), some weird symbols like Au (gold), Ag (silver) and W (Tungsten), but the treachorous climb up to No. 118 Oganesson is a rocky one full of rare metals and trans-uranium elements. There are no "guideposts" in that journey neither like the order of Presidents from 1-46 like knowing Lincoln is No. 16 and building around there, JFK is No. 35, at least some midway mile markers. Nope, the elements from 20-100 are an unforgiving mass of "you either know them or you don't," and you often don't even know how to pronounce Molybdenum (Mo, No. 42) nor Ytterbium, Yb (No. 70, much less what they do, what their atomic weight is, what color they are, etc. Until now! Thenaming of periodic table elements is pretty fascinating because it has to do with the search for elements; scientists like Glenn Seaborg won Pulitzer Prizes in physics specifically for finding new eleements, and it was really a race between the U.S. and Russia to leave a legacy as to how to name elements and make sure they stuck in the books forever: a lot at stake. For example, Berkelium 97 and Californium 98 were named for the Berkley lab that Seaborg worked at, and the group of scients there wanted to dedicate the name of the element to the place where they "discovered" the atom (they just blasted electrons and particles at existing elements like plutonium using a particle accelerator/cyclotron to see if they could create any new elements, and it worked to create a bunch of elements after uranium, hence the trans-uranium elements starting at 92, Uranium. The names really provide a good history lesson, like the names "Neptunium" and "Plutonium" (93 and 94) were named because Uranium was named after Uranus, and Seaborg and company wanted some continuity. Fermium (No. 100, maybe the mile marker we needed like the list of presidents) was named after the Chicago-area renowned physicist Enrico Fermi frmo Italy, Mendelevium at No. 101 was used to appease the Russians during the Cold War by naming an element after one of the most famous Russian scientists of all time and Father of the Periodic Table. (Lot of scientists in the later stages of the Period Table, if you've never noticed, including the only element named after a woman scientist, Meitnerium No. 109 named after Lise Meitner who discovered nuclear fission but didn't get the credit (this is if you don't include Curium at No. 96, which was named after both Pierre and Marie Curie). For a trivia nerd like me, this great stuff, both a history lesson of scientists as well as a fun way to learn all the elements without getting bored; it's hard to pay attention when it gets too technical with specific terms, but the Period Table doesn't! It's like a historical novel; I can imagine the Scientific Community equivalent of Forest Gump being invovled in all of these elements and having a story where he lives through history meeting all of these namesakes. I will present this in a fun way to Baby Girl Yan.....in a few years. One of the more exciting things about having a kid is what I'm going to teach Baby Yan. Nothing for the first year or so, I suppose, although MJ already started reading Dr. Seuss books to her while she's still in utero, MJ claims that the "baby is listening" and moves based on the voices and whether we're watching K-Pop Demon Hunters or not at that moment. I'm not sure the baby is reacting to the content of what music or book is playing, but I do think they do pick up on the rhythms of our voices and tone, so yea not a bad idea to get started on reading. We have this dream of Baby Y becoming trilingual right away with Mandarin, Korean, AND English (we'll just bombard her with languages at a young age), but I'm also anticipating being able to answer a lot of basic questions that I didn't really know 4 years ago, mainly because I refreshed my understanding in some cases or learned for the first time in some cases, a lot of scientific facts. Like why is the sky blue? (Rayleigh scattering causes blue waves of sunlight to be reflected more than other colors of the sunlight), what are the layers of the Earth, the levels of Earth's atmosphere, the difference between El Nino and La Nina, different cloud formations.......Science is actually really interesting if you keep it a "explain it to me like I'm 5 level," which is coincidentally what I will do to Baby Yan when she's 5 (or maybe 4, hopefully she's a quick learner/ precocious). Hopefully my explanation will be better than those given on TikTok or at least be more intimate and more memorable because it's coming from her father. Science!

Bassinet (摇篮, かご型ベッド, 요람)

In these last few weeks of MJ's pregnancy, we finally caved and bought all the essentials that the baby products industry peddles to all expectant mothers and fathers: at the center of that being the bassinet, French for "little basin" reflecting its appropriate physical shape of a basin, or a really, really small swimming pool: at least the Halo one we got looks like one, with frills on the sides for aesthetic effect even though the baby won't have any idea where she is. It makes for a good picture. Other "must-haves" we've shelled out for include carseat, diaper changing station, babybjorn (a baby carrier), a high chair for baby feeding and as MJ says, letting baby sit while we watch her (babies don't have really good vision so she'll barely know we're there, much less watch us). Of course the minimalist side of me asks when getting all these products, "do we really need everything?" It makes me wonder what people hundreds of years ago did for babies, or even just 200 or 100 years ago. They probably didn't have the most ergonomically sound sleeping arrangements or white noise makers on demand, the most chemically balanced creams for preventing diaper rash, Frida nose pickers, etc. Kids were likely born from their women's womb and given the bare minimum, and getting through infancy was considered a job well done, as it's a battle of attrition due to all the diseases that existed. So close to Thanksgiving Day, it's appropriate for me to give thanks for all of the amenities we DO have. Like one of the basic questions is, how did people get their babies home from the hospital? Did they even have hospitals back in my hypothetical time period I'm comparing to? Back then mothers probably gave birth at home, maybe with a mid-wife, but likely just with a maid or something holding their hand waiting for the baby to be pushed out, and the mother subject to all kinds of risks including death. Little did those mothers know, probably just 200 years or so later, that human beings now can skip the whole process of going into labor process through C-section, have anesthetics to numb the pain, have nurses monitor the baby for any problems right after the C-section, etc. (Of course this is mostly in first-world countries, there are still some areas of the world that this technology does not exist and it's really a shame for humanity that all of these resources aren't extended for all mothers and babies out there). Having a carseat is the epitome of luxury, implying that you have a car, a home to drive your car home to, and being able to transport baby places using that carseat while rocking her to sleep. I really would not have survived in any other time in the history of mankind. When I think about the daunting task of the babies' first few weeks where she won't sleep through the night and neither will MJ and I, that seems difficult but not as difficult as it could be: we have Youtube or the Internet to answer almost any eventuality that might come up, from Tummy time to blowout diapers to burping the baby to doing CPR if needed. It's almost tough to screw it up, and I hope I won't for the baby. And man, just from reading some of the sections about labor that I browsed over because MJ almost certainly won't have to go through labor, thank God for C-sections, or for the scientists who invented C-sections, which isn't really care when the first successful one was, possibly as early as 223 BC. I guess it's pretty intuitive process, the stomach is right there and you know the baby is inside, so just cut! But imagine doing it without use of drugs or anesthetics! Especially since even now, with all of our scientific advancements, C-sections can still take between 45 minutes to an hour. Could any mother actually endure an hour of that without painkillers? (probably not, which is why the mothers undergoing C-sections likely all died). An incision of 6 inches is.... a lot. And THEN they have to sew it back up after that! In a word (that's not crazy), that sounds INCREDIBLY excruciating. By the way, the term Caesarian has nothing to do with Julius Caesar (I had to throw in a trivia fact) but for the Latin term "caedare," to cut. As the dad, I wish I could do more! But will willingly do the skin-to-skin contact that is needed after the C-section in place of mom because baby needs the touch of human skin,

Outrageous ( 不像话, 法外な, 터무니없는

One of my pet peeves for my generation of people (other than the fact that we love to complain about everything, which is exactly what I'm doing now, the irony of my statement does not allude me) is we learn all these fancy words in school and for the SAT and in college, but daily discourse gets dumbed down to very basic words and "new slang" terms that are nonsensical and aren't actually words. The prime example that Gen Z (or is it Gen Alpha) just came up with in the last few months just to troll the older generations is the phrase "6-7" and its accompanying "weighing of the scales" hand gesture that really makes one wonder if we've reached the end of civilization as we know it, when a whole generation of young people will participate in the dumbing down of civilization just because "it's funny." 6-7 actually isn't the earworm that annoys me the most, it's this blanket use of the term "crazy" in today's conversations of adults that makes me cringe every time I hear it. It used to be "at the end of the day" used in front of every sentence that began to make the phrase meaningless because its intended use as a conclusory statement or contradicting specific prior sentences doesn't make sense when it's used in every sentence, there's nothing to sum up nor to contradict. "Crazy" is for me starting to lose any value whatsoever because of similar factors: anytime anything happens that anyone thinks is notable, they say "crazy." Any news story on the internet, in the paper, no social media, etc., can be considered "crazy." What someone does in traffic like cutting off someone else is "crazy" (I'd argue that people driving badly or recklessly is actually pretty mundane and not out of the realm of expectation so as not be "crazy") Even highly educated colleagues of mine or law school alumni from a Top-20 law school routinely use it to mean anything like a baseball highlight or how much money a movie lost at the box office or the last thing Donald Trump did in the White House. The ubiquity of its use is also cutting into its meaning: "crazy" can mean both good (that dunk in last night's game was crazy) or really bad (the crazy fascist policies), it can be used in normal life or talking abstractly.... it's just a word people use when they can't think of anything else to describe a sitution, aka being lazy. Good news for those overusing "crazy"... That's what a thesaurus is for! Way back in 1852 Peter Mark Roget created Roget's Thesaurus specifically for this purpose distinct from a dictionary that lets people look up words and instead of their definition, get synonyms of the word, and sometimes a large quantity of synonyms, such as the entry for..... yup, the word "crazy" has 30+ entries, everything from absurd, preposterous, ridiculous, ludicrous, harebrained, senseless, shocking, unthinkable, unreaslistic, unbelievable, monstrous, wackadoo, and wackadoodle. What's more, it has antonyms, so opposite words like "sensible," so the natural conclusion is that the OPPOSITE of those antonyms would also be synonyms one can use. And the great thing is these entries can actaully provide more specific definition of what you're trying to say, like "astonishing" (you couldn't believe something happened") is different to me than "bizarre" which just means strange and away from the norm, something can be astonishing but not bizarre, and bizarre but not astonishing, like Dennis Rodman getting some bizarre tattoos whould not be astonishining, it'd be pretty par for the course. So I encourage my generation of people, from the top down, Donald Trump stop using "CRAZY" in tweets, to the common person posting on social media to being tempted in general conversation just to use it as a blanket term to describe every situation, please for 2026 let's have our resolution be to use more description in our words and not just make "crazy" more meaningless. Maybe if we do that we'll also be able to get rid of the MONSTROUS trend that is "6-7." Alternative purpose: if we insist on using just one word to cover everything, let's give CRAZY a rest and go with something that's more fun for me to say and can give the English language a little more flair, OUTRAGEOUS. Four syllables, there are rises and dips in the pronunciation, the kids will really love using a new part of their mouth to say it. It's not an OUTRAGEOUS idea, it's OUTRAGEOUS not to try it!

Polaroid (宝丽来, ポラロイド, 폴라로이드)

Nowadays anyone with a smartphone can take a picture of anything with their phone and have a digital copy instantly available to send to anyone on earth, a stunning technology that I wouldn't have imagined just 30 years ago when I was 8 years ago. There was a whole process of taking pictures including having a camera that's not your phone, taking the film to a one-hour photo place, and then getting those photos back in an envelope. Before getting those photos back, (gasp for all the Generation Z and younger people) you didn't know how the picture looked! It was all a mystery, the film was inside the camera and you couldn't just open it up and look at it, they were negatives that had to be developed in a dark room. Photography was an art. I remember having something called a "one-time use camera" on my first international trip to China when I was 14 years old, I could only get 24 pictures total on the camera and if I ran out, that was it. Was that limiting? Yes, definitely, it cramped my style, but also it taught me how to ration and cherish the pictures I did take, almost like not overeating or budgeting my finances. It was a wild time, the 1990s and early 2000s when I came of age. Then there was something called Polaroid, which I didn't really use much but I knew was an instant camera that spit out the image "right away" (even back then "right away" was still 1 minute or so, unlike nowadays kids want everything "instantly." It was like dial-up internet variety of cameras: you took the picture, the camera spit out a small square, you shake it a little bit (shake it like a polaroid picture.... Outkast song "Hey Ya") and the picture just magically showed up. The first Polaroid was sold starting in 1948, invented by Edwin Land, a nice trivia fact. Nowadays despite the prevalent use of smartphones, it's encouraging to me that Polaroid cameras and photos still are in use; you can buy sleek design Polaroid cameras for $100 or so, and you have limited film. It's like being brought back to the 1990s for me, almost like going to libraries or visting Blockbuster video stores ( I REALLY miss Blockbuster/Hollywood video by the way, just the excitement of looking at all the selections that I could choose from, and finding that one perfect movie that I wanted to watch that weekend. (Nowdays I'm drowned by selection when browsing through Netflix, I imagine having trouble explaining to my 15-year-old self why having the whole universe of movies at my disposal wasn't necessarily a good thing). I like the feel of the Polaroid cameras, the responsibility needed to take a good picture, and that small noise of shutter closing to take the picture and the film sliding out. Some feelings just stay with you forever, like a home-cooked meal or smell of fresh baked cookies. MJ and I found it very refreshing to take pregnancy photos using Polaroid camera, and forgoing a professional photography shoot (this was a big step for MJ, she knows that I'm not into photography as much as her but will go along with it if needed, but she resisted the urge to splurge on someone just shooting her with a big belly). Some prospective parents do want to memorialize this time pre-pregnancy "because you might never have that big of a belly again), assuming of course you aren't having another baby, but also I think it's somewhat awkward to take photos because the mother has likely and justifiably...gained a few pounds. Might not be the best time to be taking photos, and if I had to choose between pre-pregancy photos without baby and post-pregancy photos WITH baby, of course baby photos win out. So Polaroid it was, and kind of symbolic of imes changing and the passing of an era, MJ and I turning from married people with no kids to parents for the rest of our lives, from the instant camera Polaroid age to the digital age. Hopefully our parent stage will go the way of cameras, the newer versions are more an upgrade, faster, and get more done, but once in a while we can look back at our Polaroid selves and reminisce about what we had back then.