I had a brief discussion with lvcabbie on the AbsoluteWrite forums about adding the RSS feeds to the blog and technology in general. I guess this post is me bemoaning getting old. If it weren’t for the fact that I don’t believe in grooming lawns (I often use my father’s line of “Yards should be cemented over and painted green”) I can now hear myself yelling at children… I won’t finish that thought. You know where I’m going with it.
One of my friends was driving and received a text message on her phone. She handed it to me and told me to respond. Not that I minded. Texting and driving is a bad idea (see I am getting old). I couldn’t figure out how to text back. She pulled out the keyboard from somewhere and as I was half way through the first sentence, I needed a special character and couldn’t figure out where it was. I ducked into one of the menus and couldn’t seem to find my way out of it. I quickly gave up.
What’s the deal? It’s a freakin’ phone! Shouldn’t I be talking to someone with it? What the heck am I doing using a micro-keyboard? (Or is it a nano-keyboard?)
Good Grief Charlie Brown!
I remember when the internet was still young. You know, fifteen years ago. There was a time I was actually pretty savvy with it. I could write my own HTML. I created my own 50+ page website in my spare time while studying Mathematics in grad school. Now everything on the web is XML, Flash, VB scripts, Java scripts, style sheets, and much can be done in WYSIWYG editors that make things more complicated than they simplify.
I remember when the internet was an open range filled with exploration and opportunity, and now it is littered with gated communities. You have to create a presence in each one, or at the very least, create a bridge from each one to your own personal island. There’s so much out there now, this “stuff” has spawned an entire industry allowing people to create their “social graph” in an effort to get noticed. I’ve always liked my privacy and now I find myself in a position where I have to jump into tech with both arms waving while screaming, “Here I am!”
I remember the days when I could just sit down and write…