By Paul Goldfinger, MD, Editor Blogfinger.net
Scene: I’m trying out my new camera at this Farmers Market. Emily from the High Pointe Honey company was there. She is an animated woman who, spotting me aiming my camera, adopted this pose.
I told her that I would send her a photograph if she would give me an email address.
She: “I don’t do email or anything else on the computer.”
Me. (wondering how does she run a business). “So, what can I do to send you a digital photograph?”
She: (thinks a moment) then she says “I will give you my husband’s email address and you can send it there.” (And that’s what I did.)
I think this is funny, because even if you are an anti-digital sort of person (and we all know such people,) you are fighting an uphill battle and must, in some way, acquiesce.
My good friend, a retired judge and lawyer, resisted and resisted, and to this day, if I want to talk to him, I have had only one option—which is a phone call.
But lately he has been pressured by his wife to learn how to text, and he is not very adept at it. (Nor am I–I much prefer phone calls to texts, and I hate the way texts are accompanied by “notifications” which make an unsolicited noise and seem to say, “Read me immediately.”)
I do not want”emergencies” in my life any longer, so I will turn off every notification except Blogfinger for comments , but when one comes in, and they are getting fewer; I blame the virus. I know that none of them is urgent.
I also know that the Internet has made our lives richer for many reasons, but along with the diversity provided by the world of Apps, comes complexity, and is that such a good thing?
The honey honey travels upstream while wearing a smile, but it’s good to have a digital man around the house.
DINAH SHORE:
