It’s pretty funny that I have an i-phone. I am way over my head with it (surprise! surprise!) – I mostly try to ignore all those colorful icons on the i-phone screen that could be connected to programs, links and technology – all accessible with a mere touch of a finger!
“What programs, links and technology?” that’s what I say. Those things only complicate my life. The only reason I got an i-phone is because my husband got an i-phone. We were both perfectly happy with our old phones but our cellular company was bought out by AT&T and we were forced (and reaching the deadline) to get new phones. We were at the AT&T store, and my husband started fiddling with an i-phone, and a young, perky female sales associate was on him with her sales pitch like a starving fly to dried jelly. I saw the writing on the wall, a vision if you will, right there on the spot: Of me sitting with him at the hearth at home, craning my neck, watching him play with his i-phone – checking on the current weather in London, typing out witty texts to our sons on his i-phone keyboard (with its keyboard sound effects), doing instant internet fact searches to back up his conversation, listening to his favorite i-tunes … I … wasn’t having it. With two i-phones we can have concurrent internet searches and I’ve even beat him to the facts a couple of times. Well, one time. I totally text our sons like never before (okay, maybe ten times by now) and I have nearly a hundred photos stored on my phone, compared to his <10. So there! He does lots of other stuff quite comfortably with his phone, about which, I am clueless.
We could download God-knows-how-many i-tunes off the, uh, i-tunes website? I don’t know. I’m not in a big hurry to know. I like my CD’s. I still have two boxes of cassette tapes I cherish by fabulous artists like Supertramp and Carly Simon. I immediately toss dept. store fliers advertising Wii’s and i-pods and … i-pod docking stations (docking stations? Shouldn’t those be confined to outer space?) I still have much to learn about my i-phone, to ‘simplify’ and enhance my life. Yeah, right.
Okay so I know I should try to learn, be willing to learn, how to better use more technology. For my sake. For my kids’ sake. For society’s sake. So I can still function (in my home?) and communicate with the outside world in twenty years (ten years?… five years?). So I don’t evolve into a frightened, disconnected, reclusive, geriatric, anti-techno-frustrate-stage-four crazy person. (Who, Me?)
Wow! That’s not a pretty picture! Well, exploring my i-phone is a start. I’ve succeeded in taking my first picture of myself with my i-phone, and yes, it was a fiasco:
the budding anti-techno frustrate
I’d better go now and throw out our TV with the bunny ears.
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