2/9/2005 09:06:29 PM|||Britt|||For someone who has an innate aversion to computing and who is old enough to be your father, I find it enlivening whenever I meet a youngster who has little grasp of the internets. Not youngster as in my two-year-old daughter, although her blog ain't half bad, but youngster as in college.

I remember harboring a deep fear of those DOS monsters when I was in college, which was later in my own life (mid to late twenties). One of those damn things ate my philosophy paper once. Stressed me out so much, I came down with a fever the night before it was due. Yet, I am still alive.

I quickly discovered the beauty of the Macintosh, and I still live by it. Granted, I have aspirations to become a true geek and do all that terminal, ssh, shell script, hoo-doo stuff, but, dammit, it's just not in my nature. I like to click pretty buttons.

On the other hand, I fully expect college folk to know computers inside and out. Hell, they are practically born into computers. But, then, I suppose many youngsters take them for granted, the way I took big hair for granted. I didn't really understand the complication of maintaining big hair over time. Computers are far simpler.
|||110801302035687459|||Click there, kid, no there!