No question that I came in to it kickin’ and screamin,’ but the last couple of hours has confirmed that I’m pretty solidly a 21stcentury man now. On a simple trip to Trader Joe’s and the Apple Store, I found myself clickin’ and tickin’, swipin’ and wipin’, chargin’ and enlargin’. I forgot the grocery list and my wife took a photo and sent it by Messenger. A friend sent a Youtube video asking if this is the song we were supposed to learn this Saturday. People who seem so eager to talk to me from Lithuania, Slovenia, Morocco, Niger, Burundi kept calling and I eagerly added them to my new BLOCK CONTACT list purchased via the Ap Store, where I also got a magnifying glass to try to read a tiny-printed score I downloaded on the computer. I ordered an external disk drive at the Apple Store, advised that it would be expensive and take five days to fix my internal disk drive, got my password rejected, had to crosscheck with a new one sent via e-mail and enter the 4-digit code to get it and then also prove I wasn’t a robot, which at this point was a bit questionable.
The good news was that I spent the hour before my walk-in Apple Store appointment walking around Lake Merced and dreaming about my book I’ve re-entered and came up with a perfect solution as to how to finally structure the chapters. And didn’t even write it down on my phone, but kept it my head! My old 20thcentury self still alive and kicking!
Then, of course, back home to the 21stcentury antique (6-years old!) computer to post this on my blog and then back to the 19th/ 20thcentury piano to play some 18thcentury music. Tomorrow some Medieval recorders and ancient drums. And later this week camping out in the Marin hills with 5thgraders, sleeping on the timeless earth—well, maybe with an Insulite pad.
I’m a Renaissance cross-century man! I like it.