Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Do you read directions?



I never did before library school and the computer boot camp finally wore me down. Oh, it was hard! It was almost like switching religions, to go from a sunny belief in serendipity to deciding that I could achieve mastery and precision if I tried.

And lo, the faithful have been rewarded: I find myself on the cozy side of the digital divide. That's a phrase you hear a lot of in library school. On one side are those who use computers. On the other are the digitally dispossessed. There's quite a crowd of them; in fact, there are whole countries on the wrong side of the divide. But even if you do have a computer, it's not hard to fall behind.

The other day I helped a friend set up a new e-mail account to replace an old one with compromised security. As I explained to her, having an insecure e-mail account is like living in a house without a door. I still can't decide if it's worse than not having an account at all, which is like being technologically homeless--that's why they call it an address. She's just finished her first formal computer course. Tomorrow we're going to set up her new monitor. Where do you stand on the digital divide?

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Have you ever lost your wallet?


Of course you have. Otherwise you wouldn’t want to read my blog. Today I got midway through my Thanksgiving marketing in another town when I realized that my wallet was gone.

Why freak about losing your wallet? It’s happened so many times before and the world keeps on rotating just the same. You know it is probably in your husband’s car or on the kitchen counter stuffed with receipts so that the top flap flaps open like a wide-mouthed frog. And yet it is always a terrible shock. You are not just losing the cards and money and photos in your wallet. No--

Losing your wallet always feels like so much more than just losing your wallet. It’s a statement. It’s an omen. It’s the loose thread that, if pulled, will unravel the fabric of the entire universe or at least your own life. Have you pulled that thread?

When I got home the wallet was on the side of my bathroom sink flapping hello. The universe has not unraveled but my refrigerator is still bare.