I remember it so clearly, the first time I saw it. My friend had four colours on his computer screen. Four colours! It was amazing. It was incredible! Who could have imagined such a thing? I would never look at my monochromatic monitor the same way again. Four colours were the future and what a bright, colourful future it was! I was smitten. At the time, I saw it as a revolutionary technological advance and my relationship with technology has been advancing ever since.
Tied to the wall by a little wire so I can make a telephone call? Bah! I gleefully prance about the house as I talk to people around the globe on my wireless phone.
Using a manual film camera? Bah! I revel in my ability to take hundreds of pictures of the same thing, over and over again.
Using a map and compas? Bah! I frolic through the woods with my GPS, searching for hidden treasure.
Writing with pen and paper? Bah! I develop complicated spreadsheets, type lengthy documents, and gather information from the world wide web wherever I may be on my wireless laptop computer.
Surly, the future cannot hold anything more wondrous!? (I know it can, but it's hard to imagine what technology will look like even five years from now.)
Oh, the wonderous technological advances we've seen! When technology is useful, I love it so!
Oh, the wonders of technology! When technology works, I love it so!
This week, though, I'm not very fond of technology. Not fond at all. It lets me down when I want it. It lets me down when I need it. It doesn't return my love.
This week, technology and I have had a disfunctional relationship. My laptop computer is having a tantrum and won't tell me what's wrong. I've been as patient as I can, trying to resolve some of its issues, but it just doesn't want to be helped. Everytime we resolve something, something new comes up. It's like it just wants to fight; like it wants to be left alone. So I'll leave it alone.
And then there's my camera.
We've seen some pretty amazing things together, but I can't get my camera to stay turned on. If it could speak, I know it would say, "It's not you, it's me," but I know it's my fault. It's batteries are drained and, right now, there's nothing I can do to recharge them.
My technology has abandoned me. Maybe it's all my fault. I don't know. In the meantime, I've turned to the solace of other people's computers, but it just isn't the same. It's only a fling. It doesn't mean anything. I know it's something I should probably feel guilty about, but I don't.
I've toyed with the idea of becoming technology celibate, but I can't. In today's society, it's pretty difficult to get by without it. It's everywhere. Sometimes I take a break from it, but we always get back togther in the end.
Yup. My relationship with technology will continue. I'll move on to smaller and better things. The faces will change, but from here on in, things will always feek different. I've been hurt. From now on, I won't be quite so trusting. I won't get quite so committed. A little part of me will always be thinking, one day, it'll break your heart. Because it will.
Because of my technological problems, you won't hear much from me for the rest of the week. There are some issues that I need to work out.