ludite farewell

I used to be really anti-technology, party because of an ethic that thinks we just roll too fast for our own good these days, and partly out of Good Old Fear, just because I didn't understand it. I'm of that in-between generation, born in 1980, who was raised without email and with the most basic of computer games... think Oregon Trail, where the biggest excitement was shooting poorly animated deer, which for this vegetarian is saying something!

So when I went off to Uni, I had to learn it All. And did so with a great deal of whining, resentment and very little grace, I might add.

Since then, tho,

it's been a slipperly downhill slide.

So much so that I admit to being 'in love' with the new computer. (Romance still going strong) and have just bought a (whisper) blackberry phone. Nerd, I know. But for someone who loves to type fast, texting on a regular phone feels like walking through syrup. Oh, sigh.

Better go knit something or bake some bread to make up for it.

Acts of creation and Big Huge Messes require a bit of glitz to sparkle up the process, don't they?