Now, the reasons for my lurking on Facebook instead of joining Facebook are many, and there are moments when I would like to say... Oooo Ooooo I want to know that person... but I have a hard enough time over here in LJland with this weird personal exposure to the whole world paradigm. I'm just skimming the surface of Flickr as a viable way to store images. I don't didn't have a cell phone until two weeks ago when some other people on game control for Ghost Patrol thought it was imperative, or maybe just really a good idea, that I have one to use when we ran the game. But now I keep it in a mylar bag in the hope that the GPS is baffled the same way FasTrak is baffled. FasTrak also freaks me out and I switch between showing it and not showing it, just to feel better about them always knowing where I am and how fast I'm going. I use cash for almost all my purchases because I hate that thing my bank does where it shows you where you used the card and the bank or credit card or store knows every single thing I have purchased and can market to me based on that very accurate information.
I now know that I was an early adapter back in the 80s and 90s -- before there were early adapters and I am now a Luddite. I tell myself I am just trying to maintain some semblance of dignity vis-á-vis my privacy but, really, I'm balking at this changing world. I am rapidly gaining an appreciation fora guy named Jim (maybe) who, back in the early 1970s, traveled everywhere by horseback or walking. I lived in the backwoods (really backwoods) in Humboldt County, doing things with botanical life that would have put me in prison for many years or forever if we had been as idiotic then as we are today.
Anyway, Jim walked his horse every week or ten days down the mountain to Redway to pick up his mail and whatever few things he was unable to manufacture on his own. One day, I stopped my truck to say hello and I asked him why he kept riding a horse when a car was much faster. Well, he said, I got a truck. I'll use it if I have to. Hell, I grew up with them. But I don't like them. Why, I asked. Don't really know, he replied. Just don't. Maybe it's because my horse goes about the same speed as me. (Or something like that. Who the heck knows what he said. This took place almost forty years ago.)
So I think that's kind of where I am with this new world in which I find myself. I just don't like it but I'll use it if I have to. And I am more comfortable with a speed that is more in line with the speed I'm used to. So, I have evolved from an early adapter to a Luddite. Yay for me.
Call in Gay on December 10. If nothing else, it might be a pleasant shock to say it and who knows, maybe we can chip away at another bigotry. One prejudice at a time, perhaps?
I now know that I was an early adapter back in the 80s and 90s -- before there were early adapters and I am now a Luddite. I tell myself I am just trying to maintain some semblance of dignity vis-á-vis my privacy but, really, I'm balking at this changing world. I am rapidly gaining an appreciation fora guy named Jim (maybe) who, back in the early 1970s, traveled everywhere by horseback or walking. I lived in the backwoods (really backwoods) in Humboldt County, doing things with botanical life that would have put me in prison for many years or forever if we had been as idiotic then as we are today.
Anyway, Jim walked his horse every week or ten days down the mountain to Redway to pick up his mail and whatever few things he was unable to manufacture on his own. One day, I stopped my truck to say hello and I asked him why he kept riding a horse when a car was much faster. Well, he said, I got a truck. I'll use it if I have to. Hell, I grew up with them. But I don't like them. Why, I asked. Don't really know, he replied. Just don't. Maybe it's because my horse goes about the same speed as me. (Or something like that. Who the heck knows what he said. This took place almost forty years ago.)
So I think that's kind of where I am with this new world in which I find myself. I just don't like it but I'll use it if I have to. And I am more comfortable with a speed that is more in line with the speed I'm used to. So, I have evolved from an early adapter to a Luddite. Yay for me.
Call in Gay on December 10. If nothing else, it might be a pleasant shock to say it and who knows, maybe we can chip away at another bigotry. One prejudice at a time, perhaps?
Would love to know