I’m still fascinated by the concept of people downloading music and pod-casts and books on their MP3 players or i-pods or whatever.
I’m still amazed when people take photographs with their cell phones, and then e-mail the pictures to whomever. And send a text message with it, something I couldn’t do if my life depended upon it.
Sometimes I just feel so out of it, such as when I was in a restaurant recently and a trio of Caucasian, well-dressed twenty-somethings greeted one of their friends with, “What up?”
With a straight face.
I live a simple life, really.
I’m happy to share one cell phone with my husband. I’m happy to listen to CDs, many of which I’ve owned since the ’90s. I’m happy to have a land phone line (cell phones don’t work very well in Igo, anyway) that has an answering machine, but no caller i.d. or anything fancy like that. We’re among the last people we know who actually answer our telephone and are surprised by whomever’s called.
I don’t feel I’m missing out since I’m content with my life and its technology level just the way it is. It’s a happy, peaceful place.
Oh sure, I do wish I knew how to e-mail photos, and I do wish I knew how to, once and for all, stop my DISH from recording South Park, a parting gift from Joe before he left for the Czech Republic almost two years ago. Two years! And my DISH still records South Park, a program I have no desire to watch.
OK, and I’d like to figure out how to set up that Web cam, so I can talk to my son and his wife in the Czech Republic.
The first thing I’d ask him is to show me how to cease all South Park recordings.
Maybe after that he could tell me about text messaging and cell phone photos.
Not so fast. One new thing at a time.
Excuse me, my phone’s ringing, and I must take this call.
What up?
