Technologically Speaking

Do u blog? No, iPod. How is it that I should become the reluctant techno-junkie? Yes, I was one of the resistant few. I’m sure you know of whom I speak - the ones who insisted on waiting until after “Y2K” before purchasing their first home PC – you know…just in case. Sure, I worked with computerized equipment all day long, but that wasn’t my money at risk. So I waited until the big scare was over. Y2K passed and there were no major technological disasters. I finally joined the rest of the world and bought my own home computer. Of course I had to get Internet service, After all, why only go half way? I installed dial-up—56K of blazing speed. After a series of annoying bleeps, bloops, and blips, I was connected. Wow! I have mail! Alas, the addiction immediately seized me. I hardly left the computer for the first few days. How could I? There was so much to explore. Through the simple click of a mouse I could travel the world over, soaking up all of its culture, reading all of its literature, and listening to all of its music. Oh, and not to worry, if you need anything, via the simple click of a mouse at the world’s largest virtual shopping mall you can have anything delivered by a smiling person in a spiffy little brown uniform. Please sign here. Wow! When did Santa switch uniforms? Sure, I have to admit that the first time I encountered the “blue screen of death” that I wanted to snatch up my whole computer and toss the whole mess out into the yard and set it ablaze. Instead of conceding defeat, I did as most others. I upgraded. I added more power, more memory, more speed, and more programs. More, more, more! But alas, more was not enough. I upgraded to a new computer with vastly more memory, power, speed and a much better operating system. Then I upgraded again and again. Along with all that, I moved up to the world of cable internet. Whoa! Can you say light speed? I can’t get enough. What now? Someone thrusts an iPod in my hand and says, “You can put your entire CD collection on here, listen to the radio, record videos, play games, and so much more and it will all fit in your pocket. It keeps getting better. The world is a virtual rollercoaster and I’m in the front car, hands thrust in the air, grinning from ear to ear. Wait…someone’s calling me on my cell phone.