Ann Margret took notes with a pen. |
It’s been some time since my last anti-technology rant so I feel I’m overdue.
In addition, I just read an article in the Wall Street
Journal that prompted a lengthy diatribe which, fortunately or unfortunately,
was heard only by the cats (who barely glanced up from their ipads).
Written by
a millennial (millennials are an amalgam of two factions -- Generations X and Y
– who, with their artisanal mustard and microbrews, are very similar but X-ers can vaguely recall a world less electronically connected while the younger Y-kids are too young to remember anything a time when you actually had to use your brain to think)…it was about the taking of notes in a classroom setting
Forget notes. No one is learning because they're all on Facebook. |
It appears millennials of both variety have discovered they comprehend and retain more information when taking notes the “old-fashioned way.” By this, I mean the
use of those clunky and pre-historic tools remembered by some as pen and paper.
Ha. No, I really mean that—HA! Maybe mom and dad, with our supermarket condiments and
cans of Bud from the gas station cooler, might not be such imbeciles after all.
You are so right, Ned! |
Unfortunately, the article goes on to explain that new “tablets”
have been designed that are almost as thin and “flexible” as—guess what?! --PAPER!!!
HA again! And, with these conceptually amazing and ground-breaking devices, you
can purchase an electronic implement suspiciously similar to a “pen” for a mere
hundred bucks or so. Personally, I prefer my pens from the dollar store.
Tom, my older son (very tech-savvy, yet the more likely of
my boys to run off and live in a hollow tree), read the article at my behest
only to inform me that these so called “pens” retain your written notes as
would a computer. After shouting and windmilling my arms for a bit about how this is nothing but evil sorcery, he placed me in a headlock until I accepted this
madness as fact.
Upon release, and when my breathing finally returned to
normal, I countered with the personal knowledge that it is possible to “save” hand-written
notes in something known as a file folder which, barring an explosion in your basement artisanal pickle lab, will
outlast anything with a computer chip, withstand power surges and be referenced
by later generations just as I utilize my great aunt’s recipes from carefully
stored index cards written neatly in ink over a half-century ago.
Tell that to
your stupid little electronic pen that you accidentally dropped in the toilet.
This leads directly to another article in the (non-web
version) of the same newspaper about how millennials are also starting to
install land lines in their homes because -- wait for it -- they are more reliable.
They blame poor connections, annoyance with the need to
constantly monitor re-charging needs, dropped calls and the frustration of
locating a dead phone. Again-Ha!! Seth and I have kept our trusty landline for
those same reasons. And, while I fully acknowledge the many advantages
(Pinterest on the go!) of owning a cell-phone, my land line is an old friend.
I
even make sure there’s a corded version in the house: easily found in an
emergency, less likely to give me brain cancer and often needed to call Seth’s number
to locate the smart phone that’s slipped between the couch cushions.
Who didn't have one of these in their kitchens? |
The "Slimline." What a concept! |
I’m not advocating one of those no-frills wall phones we all
had that came in several colors with a dial and a long, tangled cord or the
pretty pink princess phone I coveted as a teen (never got one) or even the
comparatively new-fangled “slim-line” from the 70’s that blew our minds by
having the dial in the handset.
Get something modern and sleek with all the
fancy features you want! As a side bonus, you can slam the receiver down in
fury at anyone who’s pissed you off or wants to clean your chimney. Angrily
jabbing at a screen is a poor substitute for a good slam.
Is,
as I’ve heard it said, everything old, new again? Nah….and, in many instances,
that’s a good thing. Even we fossils acknowledge that technology has made life easier,
safer and opened doors for medicine, science and the vital transmission of
information. But try picking up a pen and giving your handwriting a new lease
on life. Make that call on a land line for a clear and uninterrupted chat and
then discuss, over a frosty mug of barley wine and lentil chips, how some
old things are worth keeping around.
And, kids-you might even want to try one
of those fancy erasable pens for your note-taking…now that’s technology
My preference for a landline. |