I'm not sure that I will ever learn to trust ...
Technology. I love it and I hate it. I need it but I want nothing to do with it. I want it to be part of my life, but I just can't trust it.
Its not my fault, it my computer's. Really. Here I am sitting at my desk. I'm typing madly away and really don't know whether these digital 1s and 0s will ever see the light of day. I ask my computer to calculate some difficult numbers for me and it responds with gibberish. I ask it to send a message for me and it seems to forget or it sends it to the wrong person. Sometimes I type for hours, click the "save" button and it arbitrarily sends my work out into cyberspace from which it can never be retrieved.
Sometimes I look at this creation and fantasize about replacing it with a young and attractive trophy computer. Then I realize that this is probably all I deserve. I even periodically consider whether or not I may somehow be complicit in its poor behavior. Perhaps I need to better learn what buttons to push, and maybe which not to. Still, at the end of the day, I know I will keep it around and keep using it. I also know that at some given time, it will betray me. Despite this fact, I know that it has an important role to play. So I will go forward, filled with ambivalence, because I use it, as necessary, for something that only it can do. And it doesn't even complain. After all, there are just some things that I can't blame on either the government or my wife. For those things I have my computer.
If this blog doesn't sound exactly right, don't think it is a result of my ineptitude, it was perfect when it left my office. If something is wrong, its the computer's fault. Really. Trust me on this.
Its not my fault, it my computer's. Really. Here I am sitting at my desk. I'm typing madly away and really don't know whether these digital 1s and 0s will ever see the light of day. I ask my computer to calculate some difficult numbers for me and it responds with gibberish. I ask it to send a message for me and it seems to forget or it sends it to the wrong person. Sometimes I type for hours, click the "save" button and it arbitrarily sends my work out into cyberspace from which it can never be retrieved.
Sometimes I look at this creation and fantasize about replacing it with a young and attractive trophy computer. Then I realize that this is probably all I deserve. I even periodically consider whether or not I may somehow be complicit in its poor behavior. Perhaps I need to better learn what buttons to push, and maybe which not to. Still, at the end of the day, I know I will keep it around and keep using it. I also know that at some given time, it will betray me. Despite this fact, I know that it has an important role to play. So I will go forward, filled with ambivalence, because I use it, as necessary, for something that only it can do. And it doesn't even complain. After all, there are just some things that I can't blame on either the government or my wife. For those things I have my computer.
If this blog doesn't sound exactly right, don't think it is a result of my ineptitude, it was perfect when it left my office. If something is wrong, its the computer's fault. Really. Trust me on this.
posted by Roger Beattie at
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