Brave New World

To blog or not to blog. That was the question. Now answered.

I am definitely digitised. That is to say that my age is certainly represented in two digits but, more and more, when my iPad asks me how old I am, I do not write those two numbers. Instead I scroll down an increasingly long column, until I appear to be exhausting AD and nearing BC, before applying pressure and finding the year of my birth miraculously entered in the relevant place.
I can cut and paste to rival any three year old but, unlike the toddler, I can lose the work in progress at the drop of a hat. It takes the dropping of a multitude of hats to retrieve the missing piece but then, I suppose I have time to waste, even if it results in temper tantrums on my part.
I have actually had my very own computer for nearly thirty years and well remember the feeling of exhilaration when I managed to input - as the lingo goes - a capital letter, having followed several complicated instructions. Nor could I use normal paper in the printer. A perforated concertina-ed stack was required.
The house is now cluttered with much new technology including a state of the art video recorder. However, the manual defeats me. I can record nothing! Of course I have a mobile but the beautiful iPhone bit the dust. It took wonderful photos but could I figure out how to answer a call before it rang off?  No!  I have downgraded to a less trendy phone and now, at least I can send texts which impresses my grandchildren. I still miss phone calls though.
My iPad screen is full of Icons and I revel in videos of how to deseed pomegranates, how to travel to my destination,and how to identify the bird on my lawn. I even have What's App which allows the family to text and send photos to each other endlessly and entertainingly.
I don't tweet. Cant see the point but I play games. Endlessly! There is Spider Solitaire on my desktop which almost never comes out, so I have to persevere. And there is Words with Friends on my iPad. This is a pernicious, illiterate, uneducated, infuriating version of Scrabble, which allows words which do not exist outside the imagination and bars others found in a dictionary. I play with my friends who, I fear, have a more fertile imagination than I do, since they tend to win.
And this week I have made the momentoous decision to stop having a daily paper delivered. I read it online instead.
Have I arrived in the brave new world? I hope so.