In many ways, I am a techno-peasant.
I've had the same cell phone for about 4 years. Surprisingly, I use it mainly to make and receive calls. It can take photos. I've taken approximately 3 photos with my phone. (Why - since I carry my camera in my purse?)
I have never sent a text message. It's bad enough when entering contacts into my cell phone to have to hit "2" four times in order to get a small "c" or "9" seven times to get a small "y." I already have a hobby that involves repetitive motion. Why risk TMI?
In doing my job I've had to read printouts of text messages. This is one of the circles of hell to me - the abbreviated spellings and acronyms get on my last nerve. I really don't want or need to know that you are NIFOC.* Spelling was drilled into me in elementary school with all those workbooks and weekly tests. I cannot stop now. I have a friend who will not respond to her kids' text messages unless everything is properly spelled out. You go, girl!
I am thinking of looking into the possibility of getting a crackberry or schmapple's version. When working I frequently end up waiting, sometimes for long periods of time. Rules of decorum prevent me from knitting during these periods of time and it's difficult to do other work also. However, with a crackberry-type device, I could surreptitiously be keeping up with work email or professional-related reading. One drawback is that my work takes me into rural areas where cell phone reception is not optimal.
Even if I get a device, I think I would still be a techno-peasant, partly by choice, partly due to laziness and partly due to not wanting to get sucked into the spending more time on the computer than I already do. Ravelry's bad enough without throwing Facebook and MySpace into the mix. Thank the gods I don't have to write code in order to blog otherwise you wouldn't be reading this.
Well, I've joined one of the online communities (because I had to join in order to access it and do some job-related investigating) and am now in touch with some friends from high school. Already I'm in over my head. I've gotten poked and I have no clue what that means. I don't know about you but I was taught not to write on walls.
Getting in touch with old classmates is really a double-edged sword. It's nice to find out that the kids you spent four years of your life with now have spouses/partners, kids, careers, homes, etc. However, I, for one, do not want to admit how long ago high school was...lalalalala! I can't hear! Let's just say that I have friends who have expensive, aged, single malt whiskey that's younger than some of my classmates' children.
When did all my classmates get so old? I'm not that old. Lalalalalala!
What's next? Wearing mumus? Retirement condo in Florida? Eating dinner at 4:30 in the afternoon and having the Early Bird special in restaurants?
* naked in front of computer
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Well, if you're backward, so am I. I use a pay-as-you-go cell phone that does not take pictures, and it doesn't bother me a bit.
I did succumb to the lure of facebook, and have enjoyed catching up with some old friends. The best part--with facebook, unlike high school, there's no mandatory attendance, no field hockey, and no one will make me read Lord of the Flies.
I realize I have underwear older than the children of friends--the strapless, floor-length slip I wore under the bridesmaid dress for the friends' wedding, but still--yikes.
Are you still considering Knitter's Connection? I'm confirmed for Beth Reinsel's class. Can't wait!
Oh yes! I'm one of you...you are actually doing more techo than I! But here is one for ya...how 'bout a grade school reunion???? Some of the old mates have been organizing one. I have NEVER attended a reunion up to this point...do I WANT to do THIS one????
Cheers to you!
-va-
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