Technology tachycardia began yesterday. Indeed the pace has quickened so that the over 24 crowd has been moved to the divide... of being old. Yikes! Old? Well like tree rings chronicle the age of a tree, people can be defined by their technology adaptations, likes and dislikes.
Old man to me, We make them stop...
Old lady, Yes, we take their cell phones when they hit the door.
Man, None of that in our house, darn, ever try to talk to one of them with their thumbs flippin' and floppin'?
Lady, It's rude and besides that's no way to talk to another person.
Me, But everybody texts now.
Both of them, WE DON'T!!
Lady, It's just foolishness.
Man, Yeah, but we have a cell phone...please don't think we aren't modern.
Lady, Yes, we use it when we take trips. We bring it in case of an emergency...
The old man and old lady are 61 and 60 respectively. They are referring to their text-happy grandkids, ages 16, 14 and 13. In reality, they have almost nothing but DNA in common with them. New technology is always adopted and accepted by the clean slates. Not being burdened with old paradigms, like dialing the phone, allows the slates free reign in the world of NEW. The problem is not the new per se, but the alacrity with which it is appearing on the scene.
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In the old days it took forever for a man or a woman to become technologically inept. Certainly by 60, a person would be expected to be settling in for eternal technology repose. Right? But 25, c'mon. Yeah well wrap your homunculus around a flying car and eyeglasses (Project Glass) that compute on voice command... http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2012/04/05/prweb9372877.DTL
This past week both of these ditties hit the news (which was mostly distributed in a virtual world, newspapers having become comical.) Flying cars and computer glasses are the stuff of science fiction. Or should that rephrased to science fact-ion? For sure!
Just imagine a world where flying about is as common as driving down the 405, where everything you need in terms of communication and information sits on the bridge of the nose... imagine. Don't say it's impossible... imagine yourself having died in 1992 and being brought back for a 2012 look see. A smart phone, navigation devices and robot surgery would be startling. WiFi, huh?
Rather than get freakish about change, perhaps the better way to view it as inevitable and good. Good? The old ways, the old stuff, the old- the old-the old is going out the door, like it or not. While it is comforting to cling to the old, that is all it is - comforting. Hmmm. Come to think of it, that is what old is all about, comfort. Being warm and safe and dry, without achy feet, is what old people hope to find (as well as a good dump.) Peace of mind is also a gray goal...
Damn. It looks like it is time to make some changes. Surely it is not good to be old. This afternoon, right after their naps, the old man and old lady are going to go out and take a picture with their phone.
Man, I always knew it was a camera...
Lady, But how could a phone be a camera, too?
Me, Er... technology??
ZZZZZZZZZZ
Their picture,
ya' can see the beak of the clean slate
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