sassykg • April 5, 2020

I have a confession to make. Not the kind that involves a confessional where your kneel, make the sign of the cross and disclose a litany of venial and/or mortal sins to the priest seated behind the mesh screen. No, mine is more of an admission – an acknowledgement that I am a technological infant. As far as tech goes, I am in grade one. During this pandemic I am acutely aware that I need a graduate degree.

When it comes to research, I harken back to the days of the Dewey decimal system. Rummaging through card catalogues housed in libraries, I managed to research topics for my university classes. Since I never learned to type (for some reason I chose Latin and physics!), I wrote essays in longhand – painstakingly making use of the cursive writing most of us learned in grade three.

As I aged so too did technology. First came the fax system, allowing for what then seemed like instantaneous connection. Reams of documents surged over the fax system that kept us linked to friends, family and colleagues.

In what seems like in an instant the internet emerged and so began the opportunity for on the spot research to answer a myriad of questions. Google became our new best friend as we were able to validate any claims from intellectuals in our midst. Now, during this coronavirus pandemic, the reality of my tech “expertise” has become evident.

Take for instance my attempt to start a blog without really understanding the meaning of the word! Thanks to a young woman who was a good friend of my daughter in-law, I managed to get up and running in the blog world. That being said, I struggled with the blog site. I panicked when I was unable to access my drafts , and nervously managed to contact an online expert for help. With his assistance I was about to access my draft posts when we lost our link.

The need for tech savvy is increasing as the weeks of the self isolation mount. Until recently, FaceTime was my sole visual communication tool. The pandemic has rocketed me into the world of Zoom and Houseparty.
This pervasive epidemic has forced me to get educated in what in past days were mere meaningless apps. I have a new appreciation for the meaning of the word “domain“.

So, searching for some positive outcome while struggling with this ongoing health crisis I say this: Technology Rules

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