There's no question that I am a fan.
I love it that I can Skype with my friend in France or that we can join in the family holidays even when they're in Chicago and we're in Georgia.
I love that I can watch live music remotely.
It's wonderful that people who would have died not so long ago can now live because of science and technology.
An aside - don't you love it when people use technology to proclaim a disdain for science? Silly humans.
I'm glad that when a hurricane or a tornado or a blizzard is heading our way, we can now prepare for it.
I am still a little amazed that I can walk around with a roomful of milk crates jammed full with record albums and audio books in my pocket.
It's pretty damn cool that my kids can watch movies and TV shows and read books on these little devices they hold in their hands.
I like that when I talk to my mother, I share with her the Rising Sun gossip and goings on because I'm on Facebook and she's not.
I will never regret the worlds I've tapped into because of this infernal typing machine. (Love you guys!)
I love it that when my kids need me that they can reach me. And I'm pleased that they've done a good job of figuring out when it's really important to call. Or text. They text when they don't want a lecture.
I don't exactly love it that MathMan can text me every time he pees, but it still makes me laugh.
The daily essentials.
A gratuitously edited shot.
My old friend. I miss you. And all the content that died with you.
I love that I can take a million photos and keep the best.
But all this comes at a price doesn't it?
Technology is changing us.
And I'm not even talking about the ridiculous bitching that goes on when Facebook changes something or that people tweet about what they're eating (me included!) or reality television or spammers who fill our inboxes with penis enlargement emails or that haters can more easily spread their hate and scammers can expand their reach or that I'm struggling to keep up - Google+, Facebook, Twitter, StumbleUpon, Blogger, Wordpress, Klout, iTunes, Amazon, Goodreads, Pinterest, and who knows what else I'm forgetting or that when something doesn't work right, people (read: me) lose their shit in the most appalling displays of crybaby hysterics or that we're seriously fucking up the environment and all this technology won't be able to save us from ourselves.
No, I'm talking about the fact that this technology creep, this influx of stuff is turning me into a charger hoarder.
Summer at Phoenix Berries is someone I know only through blogging, but over the years, I feel like I've gotten to know this incredibly intelligent, talented, and spiritual young woman. One of the beautiful things she shares with her readers is her children. I've watched Summer's little family grow from three to four and it's been a delight to see how she's raising her young children in this changing world. Yesterday she told the story of how Pip got his name.
Randal gets very artsy and angers his muse.
Geoffrey reaches out and touches somebody.
Love/hate technology? Let us count the ways in comments.