“(I’m not online.)
I don’t have a fax.
I don’t go in for any of that stuff.
The typewriter is as far as I went.”
(an old school Roman “truck” or Ape Piaggio–three wheeled truck, Campo di Fiori/ Rome Italy /Julie Cook 2018)
Yes, you have read correctly… I hate technology.
I think I’ve mentioned that little fact before.
“But aren’t you actually using technology as we speak—or is that ‘as we read’???”
you perceptively ask.
“And so if you hate it so much, then why are you using it?” as you counter your own observation?
I’m with Walter Kaylin in his quote from up above…oh for that simple typewriter.
My poor technologically inept husband needed a new computer, a new laptop.
So that is what I surprised him with for Christmas.
But I knew how it would all play out…and I was right on the money.
The new computer has two new and very different USB ports from that of his old computer.
He needed a new i-tunes account, separate from me, finally…as all of our stuff has been
basically merged together as if one account–a huge messy mishmash.
A conundrum that we’ve managed to live with for quite some time because due to
the business, it was kind of okay.
Yet when he closed the business, he lost his old e-mail.
A huge conundrum.
And since no business-related emails can be accessed, despite hours spent on the phone with AT&T…
did I mention how he loathes AT&T or how I now concur??—we’ve had a conundrum.
Not only can’t he get into his old email account (thank you AT&T) he can’t even pull up his
deer trail cam images–and that is more of a crisis than a conundrum…
So today would be the day.
I psyched myself up for what I knew to lay ahead.
I’d sit down after I had taken down all of the outdoor Christmas in hopes of beating these
6 inches of rain they keep warning us about…all in order to create a new I-tunes account,
separate our phones and computers, as well as set up a new g-mail, a new I-tunes,
and finally a new computer.
Yet oddly in the process, I managed to lock myself out of my own computer.
I typed, I typed some more, I pondered, I pulled out my phone, I re-set everything I
could think to re-set but sadly it was to no avail.
I considered throwing my laptop over the back deck.
It was locked up tighter than Dick’s hatband.
Where are those savvy hackers when you really need one???
Hiding out in some dark room in Siberia I suspect.
I groused, I cursed, I wailed…my husband said “here, take mine”…
“it’s not that simple” I snapped.
For you see I knew this would happen.
It always happens.
Despite my diligence, despite my best-laid plans, I knew what should have been a 1 2 3 sort
of flow would become an entire day’s nightmare.
My son complains that at his work, they keep hiring people my age who don’t really
“get” technology and so he wastes most of his day teaching “old” folks how to do the job
they were hired to do because it was thought they knew how to do it.
I took offense to that until today…I now understand.
I called Apple.
I spoke with one of their “geniuses” who did not speak fluent English.
I take offense to that notion of genius—
How arrogant of Apple to call their techi gurus geniuses…
…as if they are all that and a bag of chips and I am… but a mere moron.
With no help from Apple, I spent 5, count them, 5 hours figuring all of this out…
the sun rose and the sun set…all while I pecked and panicked.
Finally, blessedly, joyously, I managed to get myself unlocked and my husband free and good to go.
Plus I managed to migrate my old computer info to my own new little laptop.
(You need to be proud Phyllis because I am finally finding my way in the dark without you,
Sue or OP!
FYI, that’s a school thing…sorry)
I regrettably feel this same way everytime it’s time for me to get new glasses.
I go for the vision test, they think they have it all figured out, I get the new glasses
and bam, I can’t see a thing.
It takes visit after visit, retesting, refitting until they finally get my eyes and glasses
And to think, I’m a year over going in for my eye appointment, imagine that…hummmm.
Each year I ponder going “dark” for Lent…meaning cutting myself off from all technology.
If the Queen can cut out all chocolates from her Royal world during the Lenten season,
surely I could go technology free…
Today was just one more step closer to a vote for a true technology blackout!
They don’t have pay phones anymore, do they???
So then, brothers, stand firm and hold to the traditions that you were taught by us,
either by our spoken word or by our letter.
2 Thessalonians 2:15
How incredibly frustrating but what a great feeling when you found the solution yourself!
It did feel a bit rewarding despite the fact it was now dark out and I had started before lunch 🥳 — so much for being an old folk who missed the technology train 😝
I have used technology for my entire career, but I agree at times it can be frustrating.
As for the Italian truck, I don’t know if I saw any in my brief stay there about ten years ago. Yet, take the flatbed off and place bench seats with a cover and you have an Indian or Thai tuk-tuk – a cheap taxi.
I think they’re cute 🙃
And they fit into tight spaces. Now those I saw a lot in Italy.
Smart cars, citrons and fiats — and what I want— a Vespa 🛵 🤗
I drove a Lancia for a week. I think there was a little clutch left when I turned it in.
That’s my holdback— I can’t drive a stick.
My dad tried teaching me in his VW bug when I was in highschool.
We were headed up a hill when I noticed a boy in the car behind us that I liked.
I couldn’t shift correctly and the car stalled out on the hill, I didn’t know what to do and my dad started hollering— so I proceeded to turn the car off, got out, got back into the backseat and politel asked that he drive me home.
I never tried drivng a stick again.
I entertained some old fellows in my hometown. I had about ten minutes of driving a stick and then my bus driver / Physics teacher tossed me his keys and said for me to meet him at the school. On level ground, I stalled as soon as the light turned green, missing three lights before I got the rhythm right. These old guys on a park bench were laughing so hard, but I was determined.
there’s a lot to say about tenacity Mark…and you’ve got it 🙂
Someone recently posed the question- if there are no longer telephone booths, where does Superman go to change? Maybe it was Mark.
I think I just figured out what happened in the case of the missing novel I started writing four years ago. I got a new computer about three years ago and it must’ve gotten wiped out when they transferred my data. I believe that anyone over sixty is being required to reboot their brains to fit all this new dangled junk.😜
I’ve seen a few of the British red phone booths about…decorative purposes outside of British eating establishments here in the US…otherwise, Superman might be ducking under the manhole covers 🙂
Hah story of my life! My kids have surpassed me in all things but wisdom I like to say….
oh yes, let us hang on to our wisdom—it may be all we have left 🙂
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Sounds like about my experience when I got a new computer on Black Friday and my wife’s computer stopped working. I need one but have come to hate those days when one needs to be set up.
it is the best visible definition of a love hate relationship if ever I saw one!!!
This as I’m still eyeying the backyard as to where, when the time comes, I wish to hurl my little love hate device 🙂
If tech was a dwarf, he would be Dopey. This stuff does not make us smarter to be sure. Frustrating as you say J, all we can do is laugh through the pain. lol
Exactly— as I’m still searching for the elusive pay phone 😝
I’m with Mark. While I find it frustrating at times, I have used it for all of my working life. My wife likes to joke and say that I am a Millennial in an old man’s body.
My dad, a Tech man and engineer at heart, loved it—but my brain…not so much 🙂
Extremely frustrating and I LIKE technology! And living without internet gets more and more impossible. Glad you finally figured it out!
I do love my computer, when it works 🙂
My dear, dear, Julie! I, a media professional, would love to tell you that yesterday i replaced my old computer with a new one in record time! But, like you, I can’t. It’s ironic that I spent most of yesterday sweating, screaming, crying because I couldn’t get the wireless keyboard to work, nor the Mozy backup, nor the printer. Better today, but I still have wireless headphones that will probably never work. Moral to the story is: typewriters and Pony Express were far more dependable and generated fewer tears!! Love you, lady!!! Happy New Year to you, the Mayor, and the whole gang!!
ahhh my little media specialist guru…you might need this art teacher to help you out after all…
saddle up and let’s ride!!! Off to the sunset and scrape all this technology 🙂
and that would be scrap not scape…we’ll take a dictionary 🙂
Piaggio = Vespa. A Vespa three wheeler. The comparable rig here would be the Cushman Truckster. Cushman was also a scooter company first. Note the impossibly boss cover of the Bo Diddly LP featuring Bo, his rectangular guitar, and the rectangular Cushman scoot.
Vespa translates from Italian to English as wasp— which is the way vespas are viewed- zipping and buzzing all about. The api Piaggio are small three wheeled utility trucks that were prevalent in the 50s and 60s