I guess it is part of getting older and always has been, but the things that we have these days are simply amazing. The monitor on my computer is as big as our main family television was growing up, but only in diagonal screen measurement. That TV had a wood cabinet the size of my dresser that weighed about eighty pounds, this monitor has a thin, small plastic shell that weighs about two pounds. We can sit on the sofa with a tablet the size of a rather thin book and be connected to the world. I carry a computer in my pocket. That computer holds every piece of music that I own. It tells me where a restaurant is and the best way to get there. It connects me by electronic mail with everyone I know. Oh, and I can call people on it.
Of course, it also tethers me. I am never off the clock. My company is virtual twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. If they need me, they call me and they expect me to answer the phone, no matter where I am. When I go on vacation, it goes with me. I answered email from the top of Kilimanjaro, where, incidentally, I got better cell service than Westlake Village. I expect to be connected everywhere, all the time. I actually get annoyed when I get on an airplane and have to turn off my phone.
What really amazes me, though, is that to my daughter, all of this is perfectly normal. At that age I thought it was perfectly normal to have color television with several channels and a telephone in the kitchen yet to my grandfather it was pretty impressive. It doesn't faze my Shea at all to sit on the couch and play games on this device. I don't have a phone in my kitchen. I don't have a phone in my house at all. I don't need one. I DO have two computers in the kitchen, however, and several more around the house. All of that seems perfectly normal to her. We have a television in the living room that is the size of a pool table (ok, a really SMALL pool table), but is only about 5 inches think. That seems normal to her too.
I suppose it is to be expected, but the older I get, the more of this stuff I notice. Not that you can tell kids anything, of course.
Oh, I almost forgot. Nikon F4, 50mm f1.8 and Kodak BW400CN film. Yes, that stuff again. I guess I must really like it.