I am hopelessly out of touch with the times.
When I was a teen, I loved to listen to the year-end review of #1 hits on the music charts. It was an afternoon of music that was familiar to me. It was an afternoon of music that had been played in the car, at school dances and on MTV for the past 12 months. (For those of you who didn’t know that I am a member of Generation X, you do now.)
Now, I can’t name a single song that was on the charts last year.
Remember in 2001 when Steely Dan shocked the entertainment world by beating out some rapper for several awards? I do, because it was the last year I could name a Grammy winner.
When it comes to technology, I am also behind. I had used digital cameras at newspapers for years, but put off buying my own until last year.
I didn’t get a cell phone until I found my life in such a state of transition that a land line didn’t seem practical. The phone is now so old that I can’t keep the battery charged. (I am actually on my third battery.) I don’t want to buy a new phone because I am afraid I won’t understand how to make it work. I am not good at reading, so instruction manuals scare me.
Now, here’s the kicker, my parents have started skyping. After they bought the skyping stuff, they decided they needed a laptop so they could keep it near them and hear the incoming calls.
My parents are more technologically advanced than I. When I think of it, I guess they always have been. It should not be surprising that they are more advanced than I. They were teachers; they love to learn!
It just hit kind of hard this time.
My New Year’s resolution is to become less technophobic. I am going to start by buying a new phone and asking my parents to teach me how to use it.
Then I’m going to ask my kids to suggest some groovy new music. Then, we can party like it’s 1999…oh, never mind.