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Mixed Emotions

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I know we cuss our computers with astounding regularity. I know the sound card stops working when you have a Zoom meeting or a file disappears in a cloud of mist or they suddenly, stubbornly stop working altogether. They haven’t ushered in a paperless society. They rat out your driving habits. They haven’t automated mundane tasks so that we all have the time to be creative. They blast blue light into our retinas, addict us to sites and games that actively lower our IQs, and listen to our conversations in hopes of hearing their names.

Rather than them working for us, we work for the obstreperous, silicon-infused creeps.

(I was introduced to computers in the eighth grade, when we shared time on a teletype-style computer that ate punched tape and could be made to respond to whistling. They weren’t much better then, but at least they didn’t screw up prescriptions at the pharmacy or go down when they should go up. But I digress.)

By now, you’ve decided that the headline of this post was deeply ironic. But no, I do love computers. Really. I couldn’t do without my desktop, my laptop, my tablet, and my e-reader. I plan to take them all with me to Florida when I go. (Well, obviously not my desktop. It would take up my entire luggage allowance. But I digress again.)

Mostly what I love about computers is their memory. My own memory is almost shot (and getting shotter every day) and my electronic friends pick up the miles of slack. They keep track of my appointments, bank balance, and correspondence. They allow me to send those all-important messages and memes to friends. I can like something without even nodding my head.

But what I love most about computers are Mr. Google and Mr. Wikipedia. Google provides intel (sorry, not sorry) on words that I can never remember how to spell. (Back in the day, I worked for a magazine and created a line of cover copy for a talking computer (which back then was a novelty). It was to say, “Unaccustomed as I am to public speaking.” I must have checked 20 times on the number of C’s and another 30 on the number of M’s. I still have to check that word or trust Grammarly (which isn’t all that trustworthy). But I digress some more.)

I also have to use my Google-fu to look up songs for my husband. It’s like a game. He gives me a single line from an obscure song and notes how long it takes me to discover what the song is, who sang it, who wrote it, who has covered it, what album it’s from, and the name of the drummer. Then I find a video of the song and play it for him.

Another game we play is “What else has she been in?” He points out a performer and I get to find out what her name is, who she’s married to, and whether she’s had any other roles in shows Dan might have seen. I also find pictures of her, what she’s done lately, and who she’s co-starred with that Dan might know. This requires not just Google and Wikipedia, but also IMDB, which I highly recommend. (I also like The Urban Dictionary for when I come across an unfamiliar word or phrase like “rizz” or “no cap.” But I digress even more.)

But there’s one thing I wish my computer would do for me. I wish that pressing Control-Z would correct my errors in meatspace as well as in cyberspace. Add too much paprika to the stew? Control-Z! Forget to add soap to the laundry? Control-Z! Take a wrong turn trying to get to my newest doctor’s appointment? That’s right—Control-Z!

But stubbornly, it won’t. Maybe on next year’s model…

P.S. Don’t even get me started on printers!

Social Life on Social Media

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Nothing can beat a cup of tea and an intimate chat with a close friend. Or a warm hug from someone dear. Certainly not technology.

Except that my husband, my mother-in-law in Pennsylvania, and I have koffee klatches every Sunday. A friend and her granddaughter in Colorado Skype games of charades. I belong to support groups with members in Germany and Australia.

Before you say that pre-smart telephones could be used for most of these connections, think about the lack of video on old-fashioned phones, the difficulties of multi-person teleconferences, and the lack of ways to share photos and videos across the country, or even across continents. Mail can’t provide the immediacy; landlines can’t provide the visuals. Only computers and the Internet can put together the complete package.

Without the Internet, I wouldn’t have heard about my Girl Scout friend’s brain surgery until after it happened. We only recently got back in touch, but she posted daily updates. I couldn’t have expected daily phone calls.

Without Facebook, I wouldn’t have seen my great-nephews having breakfast with their father or shared awful jokes with my husband’s niece. Think of the phone bills I would have if I passed a joke along to all my other friends!

Without instant messages, I wouldn’t have been able to give a a dear old friend confidential news and personal advice that wouldn’t be overheard.

Sure, there’s a special quality to a face-to-face conversation. No electronic gizmo can replace the intimacy of a hug. You can’t dry someone’s tears over a cable modem. But there are times when you need to cry without letting the other person know you’re weeping, to listen to a confidence without showing that you’re shocked, to share a family moment without admitting that you’re alone.

Without computer technology, it would be much more difficult – if not impossible – to keep up with my friends in Philadelphia, Ann Arbor, Ventura, Newcastle, and Mumbai. For that matter, it would be an almost prohibitive hassle to telecommute with a company 75 miles from my home.

I know that the good old telephone and U.S. mail are still available when I need them. They let me arrange an evening with a high school friend who’s still in town. They let me send presents at birthdays, or Christmas, or just because.

But, to tell the truth, most of those gifts are selected, paid for, and scheduled for delivery with electrons and pixels. The songs I share are mp3s, the pictures jpegs, the personally designed cards ordered from who-knows-where.

I’m closer to the people I want to be close to, even if we’re physically far apart.

Perhaps we only share coffee virtually, but still we share.