Technologically illiterate

There is a general assumption sitting out there conveying the idea people over 40 are technologically illiterate. I thought this was extreme bias until I moved to a small Northeast Texas town. It appears to be rampant in major metropolises as well as rural areas.

My sister is, let me think how old my sister is, 55 years old. She is an event planner in a small suburbia outside of Pittsburgh. This family owned company still writes all appointments down on a large wall calendar and manually maintains all accounting in a ledger book. She does not utilize email, text or electronic communication with any vendors. She still calls and visits the local bakeries for cakes and pastries, often carrying photos of what the customer wants. She is unable to switch employers because she is technologically illiterate. Her boss is a control freak and wants no changes to the system. My lovely sister does not want to learn how to access the internet, nor does she have any interest in doing so. For her occupation and stage of life, it is socially acceptable for her bliss to continue. Keeping staff uneducated and in the dark seems to work for entrepreneurs.

The few people I have met in Paris, Texas seem to have the same lack of communication skills. I still have a Houston area code telephone number. When sharing my phone number, I am often informed, they are unable to place a long distance call to me from home or work. Either their employer does not allow (control and being cheap) long distance calls or their mobile phones have extremely limited regional service. It is more often than not, they inform me they do not know how to text nor do they have the capability. These are not retired or stay at home housewives. These are “business people”.

I interviewed for a professional position, a few years back, with a snot nosed twenty something. During the interview, he held up a Blackberry and informed me everyone employed there is required to keep their appointments electronically. He also went on to say the learning curve for programs they used, MS Office Suite, would take time to learn. When he finished making his assumptions and was arrogantly quiet, I told him to hand me his laptop so I could take it apart, reprogram the hard drive and put it back together. He seemed kind of shocked. He went on to explain his mother didn’t know anything about computers. While he was blabbering, my Blackberry was vibrating. I took it out of my purse, checked it and put it back – in the middle of an interview. I never would have done this if I wanted the position. I told him his mother never taught 60 people how to convert manual files to an electronic system in the 70’s either. His mother didn’t convert a financial institution from a manual accounting system to a zero paper system in 4 days, which included placing a PC on every desk and personally training everyone the fabulous benefits of every MS Office program available, including PowerPoint presentations. I am quite sure his mother had “other” talents. By the way, the interviewer and his company went bankrupt within the year. One of my friends got the job I interviewed for and she is still unemployed to this day.

Back off with embracing the idea, old people don’t know what to do with a PC, tablet or any other “hand-held device”. My father was in his 70’s and was more PC savvy than most people I have done business with. After he died, and I figured out his password, I brought his PC up to see eagles flying, flags waving and hearing the Marine Corps hymn playing full blast on his computer. He thrived on researching ship manifests for immigrant relatives, replaced drives in his CPU and conducted all business electronically on the PC. I still miss his emails and humor and most especially him-very dearly.

People do not like change. It is easier to be oblivious. Their world will remain ever so small without the advantages of world-wide access. It also cost a few bucks to be connected to cyber space. I view it as a necessary utility fee, like electricity!  Don’t get me started with how we are all being gouged for fees. I remember paying $.25/minute cell phone service. My boss would imitate how fast we would convey information when calling him. When the cost changed to the plans we have now, everyone relaxed and spoke in full sentences.

I am too nebby not to know what is going on out there. I am so afraid of missing something. The sad thing is – a lot of people still don’t know – they don’t know.

 

 

 

Snow in Paris

Yes, I’ve seen snow in Paris, France, but this blog entry is about Paris, Texas. After living south of Houston for a long, long time, seeing snow on the ground was an extremely rare event. Except for an occasional dusting, which usually melted within minutes, snow was non-existent.

I would see snow when traveling. My boss would get mad and ship my skinny butt to Chicago in January. A relative would pass away, always in the winter, in Pennsylvania, during a white out blizzard. Christmas in years past with my brother would always yield some of the white stuff. At home in Sugar Land, TX or Crystal Beach, TX, it was almost a guarantee that snow would not be an issue. This is the reason we have no snow boots, scarves, gallashes, snow tires, mittens, muck-a-lucks, or slickers.

After attending a lovely Christmas party in nearby Oklahoma on Christmas day, flurries began to fly. It was novel and fun to watch them out the window like tiny butterflies. Then the flurries started sticking to the bushes and accumulated on the ground. The ride back to Paris was much like gliding through wonderland. Move slow and steady to avoid any hydroplaning or sliding into a ditch. Folks with bald tires and no common sense don’t ever seem to get it. 2012 055They become constant entertainment during your over the road journey.

My ultimate favorite driver is the one buzzing by at 70 mph and attempting to pass in a lane literally covered with snow and ice. The center median almost instantly becomes their landing strip – if you are lucky and they don’t roll over your vehicle. Just as dangerous, is the driver who can not see out any of their snow or ice-covered windows, the defroster never did function properly and they are crawling at 15 mph. You have angels on your shoulders if you see their white mini Cooper in the white out before driving up their trunk.

Inexperienced drivers either never watch the news, don’t comprehend what they hear on the news or are just plain stupid when they are informed of the dangers with black ice. The sky can be blue with cotton fluffy clouds and the temps have improved to where the inside of your nose does not instantly freeze. These drivers now think they are exempt from black ice syndrome. The Chevy truck I saw yesterday, with his engine in the front seat, may benefit from listening the next time.

This weather is brutal. I am not a fan. It may be time to invest in some electric gutchies because I am worn out from being cold already.

 

The subject of blogs

 

WriteInSpace – The Subject of Blogs

WordPress is an amazing product and process for launching and maintaining a blog. Not only does it provide most imaginable tools required to enable us creative spirits to “Write In Space”, it also provides access to some of the masterpieces published utilizing WordPress.com mechanics. Great blogs are listed within the WordPress, “Freshly Pressed” section. Diverse blog subjects from domestic violence, to weddings, to beauty are included in the vast array of themes this week.

The subjects of blogs, in itself, is a fascination. A great number of them are used as diaries. Why anyone would think it is OK to put your intimate matter out to float for anyone to grab is beyond my comprehension. Do they not know you can create a private diary on a tablet or laptop? I know, we humans, seem to think each nano second in our wonderful lives is fabulous and should be shared. Age and experience has taught me to reassess the exercise and delegate the project to another more private vehicle for access. In other words, pull the Levi’s up and if you don’t like someone, don’t associate with them. Play in someone else’s yard for a change.

The subject of blogs leads to “hits”. A defined subject matter is more searchable and predictable to read. Ramblings will not keep an entourage’s attention. It has become a problem with this blog. It was originally set up to assist new writers. It was successful but was not being updated in a timely matter due to a previous work, travel schedule. In fairness to readership, it became what it is now – whatever “it” is! It is hard to find ourselves in a crowd of genius when you’re on a new adventure.

Blogs with a broad subject matter do provide surprises along the journey. A “boomer” site I have been following has lead to insights with revelations on the side trips. The writer has hundreds of categories due to leanings in different directions. It even includes her bucket list and travel schedules. I feel I have gotten to know her and share a lot of similarities.

Blog subjects also share the gift of learning something new. The validity of the contents depends upon the writer’s credentials. This is where the biography or the “about the writer” come in real handy. My confidence will be shaken a tad if I learn to drop the transmission in my Buick from a brain surgeon. I will, however, print a recipe from an astronomer’s site if they grew up in a Hungarian household. I have been around long enough to learn an electrician may be multi-talented with the additional expertise to show me how to embroider a rose knot on my camisoles. Again, it depends on the proficiency of the information source.

Blogs are great for sharing “pieces of us”. Being a benefactor allows the knowledge boards in our heads to expand. If we are angered by what we read, we are thinking. Emotion and stupidity always get our goat and llama. There aren’t too many blogs out there advertising they are stupid. It all comes down to education, maturity, experience and our perception of the universe.Subjects must be sorted out like laundry. Don’t mix the delicates with the jeans.

Personality will always be a hit. Charismatic chants, novel verse and poetic lyrics will always rise to the top. Even bad poetry can get my attention if the subject line is a masterpiece in intellect. Simple subjects and humor will allow you to live longer. Don’t forget to laugh everyday. It also tones our faces better than Estee’ Lauder can.

I always wonder what the reader thinks, if there are no comments. As in sales, “no” is a starting point. Negative criticism is the commencement of improvement. Always let me know when I am off or outa subject or running from third base to second base. It won’t be the first time I’ve driven in the wrong direction.