Hola World

5 Aug

Abba gets some tech help

I am a brand-spanking new blogger.  If you are reading this and you know me personally, you are saying,  “Uh-huh?  And this is news?”  If you don’t know me personally, but remember that I am an abba, a Grandma, you are again not surprised.  Yup, me and technology: Not the easiest of co-habitators.  I am what is termed a technology immigrant, or maybe even a technology illegal alien.  My children were teethed on calculators and TV remotes.  (My teether was a rubbery, plasticky thing, and my wooden playpen railing, of course.)  They played computer games after school, were schooled on computers, did their reports on the computer, and wrote their stories on the computer.  I was brought up with, you know, board games, books, and a manual typewriter that did everything above, except the games part.

So I was brought up in a different world than my children.   In South America, I went to very nice private American school, with kids from all over the world.  When I was in high school, our math room got two new gadgets that were wired to the display desk by the window.  They were called calculators, and we were encouraged to get up from our desk and walk over to the table and use one of them, if we knew how.  Very intimidated, I never did more than give them a quick look.  In Algebra we learned  (well some of us learned, others of us were too bewildered to even catch on to the concept) to put together a sequence of numbers on a card.  It was a code, computer code, apparently.  Then the whole lot of us got on a bus clutching our code cards and went to “the computer”.  When we got off at the offices of a very large and well-known oil company, I thought the whole thing was hinky.   We were walked to a room full of noise, and the walls were decorated in metal cupboards with lots of little flashing lights and funny gauges and such.  And when the man asked if anyone wanted to try his or her code card on the computer, I held mine firmly behind me.  The whole experience is something I should have had therapy for, except that in a few years, I was watching Star Wars on the big screen back in the US and I realized that the room back at the oil company was the computer.  Huh.  I was in college then, with my handy manual typewriter.

My introduction to using the computer came about ten years later when I was doing some typing for our family history project:  My husband said that typing this story into the computer would be faster since I wouldn’t have to stop and find the white-out every time I made a mistake.  But when I lost a whole day of typing because of the simple fact of not knowing that the pages had to be “saved”, the typewriter and the white-out were my best friends for the next decade.

My children have slowly dragged me along in their technological wake.  They finally taught me to use the family PC, useful knowledge when I joined the work force (meaning that I got paid to work).  They insisted I have a cell phone so they could reach me when I wasn’t at home.  It has been hard work.  I already have a second language, I tell myself.  Isn’t Spanish enough?  Do I have to learn computer, too?  How can I change that ringtone?  What do you mean “logout”, is that English?

And technology fights back.  I have lost everything, and I mean everything, pictures, music, contact lists, writing, emails, you know, everything not once but twice when my computer died.  Back-ups?  What are back-ups?  I thought I was saving everything when I, you know, “saved”.  (I had learned that one.) My iPod did a slow whiteout.  Still plays music randomly, but I can’t see what is playing or change anything.  Huh!  And don’t get me started on the whole TV/DVD/VCR/Receiver mess-thing downstairs.  We were gifted a super-duper universal remote that sometimes works, which means I sometimes watch something downstairs.  What ever happened to walking over to the TV, which is just plugged into the wall, and turning it on?  I can remember houses we lived in that there was no TV, much less a mega-inch plasma with surround sound …

Recien bajada, or newly arrived from my wonderful, banana republic childhood, I was staying with my auntie’s family while she was having baby #3.  Uncle was recovering from knee surgery, and baby #2 was still in diapers.  Their modest home was a quagmire of problematic gadgets:  a toaster that had to be babied, an unusable (to me) electric can opener, an electric stove, a weird vacuum thing, and a washer and dryer in the laundry room that were, yes, electric and had more options than the shampoo aisle.  I was overwhelmed and although we ate well on sandwiches and cereal all week, the diapers were piling up and the black neighbor lady looked at my white face when I asked her how to use the washing machine, called me a rude name, probably thinking I was insinuating something and walked out on me.  It was that final insult that brought me to my knees, and I admitted to Uncle that I couldn’t make his house work, and have since endured his relentless teasing.  (Thirty-odd years of it!) I still have trouble with electric can openers, and well, other electrical things.  Just ask my family how many of these minions of the dark side have failed under my usage.  Randomly.

Now I am not saying we should go back to the dark ages.  I like being warm (I live in Canada, for pepe’s sake!).  And I love the hot water that comes out of the faucets.  There is nothing wrong with lights in every room so I don’t bang my shins (we have very long, dark winters in Canada!) in the afternoons and evenings.  I have lots of useful gadgets in the kitchen, like a rice maker, which will also steam veggies, a bread maker that does everything except measure in the ingredients, and an espresso machine.  I still am nervous around the microwave, but that doesn’t stop me from using it…a lot!  My friends in South America would love my kitchen!   But my favorite gadget has to be my computer.  (This is a whole other subject because I was talked into a Mac after my last PC suicide.  Talk about learning another language!!)  Well, I am kinda addicted to my computer, if I am to be honest here.  I can do so much more with my computer than I ever could with my manual typewriter.  I have games and pictures and a window on the world with the interweb.

And I keep thinking that if I am a technological immigrant and my children are tech citizens, what will my grands be?  I just ask because this is evolution of sorts.  What or who will my grands evolve into on the next technological wave??  And will I have to learn another language?


One Response to “Hola World”

  1. Mr WordPress August 4, 2011 at 11:55 pm #

    Hi, this is a comment.
    To delete a comment, just log in, and view the posts’ comments, there you will have the option to edit or delete them.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: