I enjoy the march of technology as much as the next person. That doesn't mean, however, that when some treasured object is obsoleted, I don’t experience a pang of regret or nostalgia.
For example, I love my scheduling software, but I also miss the New Year’s Day ritual of sitting down with my old Day-Timer and manually moving lists, birthdays and important phone numbers from the old beat-up book to the pristine new. It was a right-of-passage into the new year. Now, everything I do follows me magically, whether I ask it to or not.