Michelle and I met up today for the first time on-line.
First we tried yahoo messenger….
We could hear one another and she could see me, but I couldn’t see her. Then we tried Skype. We could hear one another and I could see her, but she couldn’t see me. This must have gone on for 1/2 hour to 45 minutes. FINALLY, we could both hear and see one another! And by that time, Michelle had to go start dinner!
Part technology and part me not being able to figure out yahoo equals a very frustrating afternoon. I hate technology. I hate that I can’t figure it out, that I’m the human and yet I stare at the screen, blinking. I’m not super thrilled that all privacy is gone and
everyone and their brother can look me up on Facebook. I don’t like that Twitter is a constant feed, it keeps going even when I go to bed. That just seems unnatural to me. I’m a strong believer that things need to stop, rest or sleep, sometime. I don’t like that people text me and I never receive the texts. (I don’t have text on my phone.) Where do the messages go? Do they swim around in cyber space forever? And what is cyber space? And what’s a photo cloud? And what in the world does “app” mean? (No, I know it stands for application but what does that MEAN?)
I finally broke down and got a digital camera five years ago. I gave in and joined Facebook the end of 2007. I bought a phone with a camera on it last year–but only because they didn’t offer any without cameras. Oh, technology. I wish I could jump back in time to the 1800’s, where people made their own food and hung clothes on the line, and all the kids attended school in one school room. And it’s not because I’m old. Uh, because I’m not. I just wish life would slow down long enough for me to catch up.
Michelle has taught me so much. She introduced me to Twitter and encouraged us to start this blog. She’s helping me keep up with all that is hip and rad, and society in general. Because like many writers, I’d rather curl up, pull the curtains closed and become a hermit. But as Michelle says, “We have to sell these books!” And so we remain in society, right in the very middle of it.