It's a paradox

Yes, I realize that it's a paradox to rage against technology by using technology.  I like a good paradox.  And with my husband, son, son-in-law, sister and friends holding my hands, I think I can write a blog.  I will probably have quite a few tantrums, I'll have to because technology is out to get me, no joke!  But I think I'll learn. In my blog I can ponder, reflect,  rejoice, maybe sometimes whine. 1may rage, though that's really not my style, unless we're talking technology.  At least it'll be an adventure! My life's full of adventures.  At least it's not boring!

My men loooove technology. It's their profession. It's their leisure. They understand every little bit and byte. They take devices apart and put them back together again. When a new gadget comes out, they know exactly what makes it new, and what has changed to make it bigger (or smaller), better, and why they need it. I know I am blessed and have many wonderful gadgets that my husband has given me to make my life easier, more comfortable and all around more wonderful. I know I have many toys that other people (particularly men--though that is an utterly sexist comment and I know it!) anyway, other people drool over and covet. But technology does not work as slickly for me. It swallows whole my writings, deletes entire emails, and refuses to let me IM my family. I'm baffled by YouTube, totally lost in Facebook, and am sure some lunatic is going to stalk me. I can take pictures, but not upload them, or move them around, and definitely not edit them! And the lovely music I can have access to, from everywhere (?), and the audio books, all paid for, exist in cyberspace for me. I hate cyberspace! What is it, where is it, and how do I keep from being sucked up into it myself. It's the image from the movie 2001 A Space Odyssey when the computer kicks the man out of the spaceship and leaves him floating alone in outer space. That's the scariest movie ever made! These wondrous, earth shattering gadgets that define our future just shut down at my touch. I am being left behind which makes me cranky!

So I started this blog, admittedly with the help of my husband, sister, and son-in-law to rage against technology and the future that I am being dragged into kicking and screaming! I rage, because I can. And when I put my username and password in my vault, all I have to do is remember my vault combination, and I can blog!

I may write about other things, too. Like:

The Joy of Grandchildren.

The Delight and Grieving of Growing Things.

The Thrill and Mourning of the death of Live Arts.

Of Bits and Bobs of Paper and String and Sparkly Things.

An Eclectic Smattering that is me.