I am not a blogger. Or at least I wasn’t until just this minute, 9:24 am CDT on Sunday July 16, 2023.
I was born in 1952 . . . you do the math. My formative professional years included the introduction of desktop computing and the origins of the internet, and swimming in the ocean of that technology is second nature to me.
On the other hand, as useful and indispensable as smart cell phones have become for almost all of us in our lives, I have never warmed to that technology at all. In fact, I really do hate having to carry that damn little electronic brick around in my pocket with me wherever I go—and that includes just moving from room to room in our relatively small apartment. And when I have to use it to surf the web . . . well, let’s just say it isn’t pretty.
As for the collective ‘social media’ (abominable stepchild of the ubiquitous smartphone): from my very first experience with a desktop Facebook news feed it has always struck me as a blight on human society.
And from what I’m hearing these days, heaven only knows where we’re headed now with A.I.
So you see, I have reached that stage of my life that I grew up observing in the older generations of my youth who eventually passed on to their own rewards: let’s call it ‘technological troglodytism’ just for the dubious thrill of perhaps coining an awkward new term. Nevertheless, here I sit, starting my own ‘blog’ . . . wow.
Well, “Hello, world!”