Tech bio

Hi,

Welcome to my blog. Pardon me while I shiver in horror… Okay, feeling a bit better now. So, our assignment for class is to write about our experiences with technology. Here goes…

I own a computer, I own a cell phone. I use them like I use a fork and spoon: they are beneficial to my life, but not essential to it—or so I like to think. Truthfully, though, there have been days that I’ve gone without speaking to or texting anyone on my phone, and I have even gone a day, or so without hopping on my computer the minute I wake up. Really. Course I’m on the computer practically all day at my job, so maybe that’s not much to crow about, but still… While I have a basic knowledge of how to work most technology, an in depth understanding of how most technology works—such as their innards (Mother what?) and their myriad of uses (because I’m sure my computer can do more than just play YouTube videos of Bon Qui Qui at King Burger, or a cute rat lovin’ on a cute cat)—are mostly beyond me. Folk who take computers apart for fun have my utmost respect because if I did that, the resulting image would be one of me surrounded by a heap of screws, wires, and some other terribly important stuff, clueless, with my top lip bent out of shape in a scowl, or maybe frustrated tears falling to mingle with a runner of snot as I sob pitifully and wonder how I’m expected to do the jigsaw puzzle on Shockwave without my trusty HP.

Having said that, my experiences using technology have been mostly positive. For example, I don’t have to waste gas and time driving to the bank to transfer money from one account to another; I don’t have to waste gas and time driving to Office Depot to buy printer ink or paper; I don’t have to waste gas and time driving clear across town to Old Navy to get that $25 pair of jeans that promise to lift and shape my butt. Because of the wonders of modern technology, I can do all that and more with a click of my mouse. Now, while I do shop online a lot, I have yet to fall prey to the wiles of Facebook, Twitter, or any of the other social networking doodads; I just don’t find myself so interesting as to warrant a minute by minute, blow by blow update of me frying up some eggs or the like. I don’t know. Maybe I need to broaden my horizons.

A.