January 1, 2010
Our children may have a congenital predisposition towards technology, but my ancient dinobrain struggles with modern things. For example, I have a cordless phone but stand no more than three feet from the carriage when I use it. Itís an atavistic umbilical link with the past that I canít shake. Whereas Old Timers used to called fridges iceboxes, I call discs albums and ear buds headphones. I donít know how to text message which is probably a good thing as Iím squirrelly about using my cell phone in public anyways. Itís just wrong, like clipping your nails on the TTC.