Courier-Post columnist Danny Henley finds yet another piece of technology that presents a challenge.
Like countless people, I have a Facebook account. Unlike many of them I don’t spend a majority of my waking hours at the social media site.
While Facebook can be a good way to keep track of what friends and family are up to, not everyone uses the site to provide personal status updates. Some of my Facebook acquaintances use it to express their political leanings or their personal philosophy on life itself.
One of my nephews posted last week a photo taken from behind the steering wheel of a vehicle. The driver’s hand was up, indicating a wave to an approaching motorist. The text below the image suggested that country folks are more inclined to wave at an approaching motorist, even if it’s someone they may not know in the oncoming vehicle.
I thought about the message for a moment and then added some thoughts of my own: It’s not that urban drivers never wave at other motorists, they’re just more inclined to do their waving with a single finger.
Another Facebook posting that caught my attention last week was contributed by one of my brothers-in-law. It featured a photograph of a record album, the likes of which were the means a few decades ago to listen to your favorite tunes over and over and over, while slowly driving your parents insane. That was before someone figured out how to put music first on cassette tapes, then shiny CD discs and then on even smaller electronic devices.
The words accompanying the photo were: I’m 33 1/3 rpm in an iPod world.
While there was no “like” to click, I quietly breathed an “amen brother,” since it applies to me and a lot of technology.
In the Henley household we still utilize a TV with a picture tube. Connected to it is a DVD player, a VCR, and up until recently, an old-style cable box.
When it came time to hook up a new, shiny cable box, I quickly realized I lacked both the time and stress tolerance to successfully complete the hookup. My wife, Nancy, following at least one toll-free phone call, completed the installation, although when she was finished we could receive channels, but could not access either our DVD or VCR players.
I used to handle all the installation of new technology at home, but not so any more. If one of our computers needs an upgrade, we typically wait until our oldest son, Caleb, pays a visit.
I guess I’m intimidated by today’s technology. It’s smarter than I am, and I’m not afraid to admit it.
Another of my brothers-in-law was recently sharing that he and my sister had purchased new “smart” phones. He laughingly confessed they had yet to figure out all its bells and whistles.
My cell phone is a simple (and cheap) track phone. It doesn’t provide guidance on where to go to find a good steak in Hong Kong. It doesn’t provide me with global positioning or weather radar. It has no apps. It simply allows me to make and receive phone calls, and I’m fine with that. At least I know how to use it without raising my blood pressure.
One piece of technology, that I’ve had for years, but which is still a source of aggravation is my watch. A pre-vacation gift a few years ago to ensure I’d show up for family meals on time, it not only tells the time, it offers the date, a stop watch and an alarm setting. There could be more features that I just haven’t discovered yet.
I absolutely hate the spring forward and fall back time changes because it means having to reset my watch. Inevitably when I reset the time, I’ll throw some other setting(s) off.
Most recently after tinkering with my watch I found I’d messed up the date setting so that midway through the day it would give the next day’s date. An added annoyance was that I activated the hourly chime.
Eventually I couldn’t take it any longer and set out to fix what I’d messed up. To my delight I got the date properly set and turned off the hourly chime.
I was feeling almost smug until that afternoon when I looked at my watch and learned it was 13:45. Apparently I’d accidently activated the military time setting.