I live with a guy who has our house WIRED. I am not all that familiar with how systems are wired. I don’t get how I can use Skype and talk to my daughter across the world like she’s in the next room. I can’t for the life of me understand how chips hold information. I don’t understand technology very well but I know we are wired well.
I have begun to take it for granted.
All our computers can “talk” to one another. I can type in one room, print in another. I can play music off my daughters’ computers. Music follows me, inside or outside. It’s great. It’s easy.
None of this is necessary; it’s just how it is at my house. And it works so fast. So fast that waiting for 20 seconds on a different computer seems like an eternity. Frustrating! HURRY UP! %&&^(*^&*^(*
Seriously, Vic. Just relax. Breathe.
I’m away from the office and am just trying to get one more thing completed. I tried to finish this task before I left sunny California. I should have gotten it done before I left but things got a little crazy and you know how it goes. The task could be completed en route. Or at my destination. Just a few hours. No big deal!
But it involves the Internet.
And I don’t seem to have it.
Well, technically that’s not true.
I have it…sorta. It’s not dial-up! I don’t have to plug in to anything! But it is still pretty dang slow. And I learned it might be affected by the weather or perhaps snow on the roof.
I’m in Maine. In February. Of course, there’s snow on the roof! (And everywhere else. It’s beautiful! But not so good for wireless technology here.)
So back to this one thing I must get done. The Internet keeps coming in and going out. I send a message and it almost gets through with the attached pdf file – I’m hopeful…very hopeful…almost home-free and then MESSAGE FAIL. What? Really? Oh no!
So I try again…and again…and again. Fail, fail and more fail.
Sitting in front of me are various technological achievements of the 21st century that likely represent more computer power than existed on the planet thirty years ago. A Blackberry. An iPhone. A MacBook. And not one of them is capable of sending one small pdf file.
I just found out I am too wired for my own good.
And once I get this figured out, I’m going to grab a book – not a Kindle or a Sony e-reader – but an honest-to-goodness paper-bound book and read for the rest of the week!