Which Techonology Is On Its Way Out?

Traci from PA pointed out in the guest book that Fox News just ran a story about about the top ten technology items that are on their way out. Since that ties in so well with what we've been talking about today, I'm posting an abbreviated version of it.

1. Landline phones: Walk into any college dorm room and ask to use a landline. You'll be met with blank stares. With cell-phone technology continually evolving, it seems that these days only a handful of people are still moving into a new house and having the landline turned on.

2. Floppy disks: Storing something on an external device? Considering the state of computer technology at the end of the 1970s, it's no wonder people were astounded by the usefulness of the 5 1/4-inch wide, 360-KB floppy disk.

A decade later, the disks had shrunk to 3 1/2 inches and their capacity multiplied to a whopping 1.44 MB — enough for a minute and a half of an MP3-file song. If you still have a few lying around, they make great coasters.

3. Wristwatches: Throwing on a fancy watch may make you look professional, but let's be honest. Cell phones and iPods tell you the time when you're out and about, and virtually every appliance in your home has a clock. No one wears a wristwatch anymore, unless he or she grew up with one.

4. VHS tape and VCRs: They met a sad death in 2006 when retailers decided there was no room left on their shelves for the big, bulky cassettes. Many people still keep VCRs around for when grandparents ask to see that old tape of little Bobby — who's now 22 and fresh out of college — shoving cake into his mouth on his first birthday.

5. Beepers: Annoying devices designed to beep any and every time anyone felt like reaching you.

6. Film cameras: When Polaroid announced in 2008 that it would stop selling its famous instant-developing film, people ran out to buy up the remaining stock in order to preserve this unique form of photography.

7. Typewriters: Once one of the most powerful means of mass communication, the typewriter claimed a spot near the top of the technological food chain for more than 100 years.

8. The Walkman, Discman and MiniDisc player: The multitasker's dream, the Sony Walkman portable cassette player changed the way the world listened to music in 1979, quickly becoming the hottest accessory of the early 1980s.

9. Dial-up Internet access: It's hard to see why anyone would use a phone line to connect to the Internet when there are so many feasible alternatives.

10. DVDs: What's that, you say? How can DVDs be obsolete? Facts don't lie — DVD sales fell off the proverbial cliff in the first three months of 2009. The fact is that with broadband Internet, you don't need a disc to watch a movie any more. Netflix and Blockbuster have recognized that by rapidly ramping up their online-download services.


So there you have it, folks. The times they are a'changing! The item on the list I couldn't believe was the watch because I'm just not sure I could make it without my wrist watch. If that makes me an old fuddy duddy, then so be it.

Any other comments on this subject? I've enjoyed reading all the guest book entries today. I do have one question though. What is a ditto machine? That one sorta threw me.

Writing Our Memories

It's been interesting to read your entries in the guest book about today's earlier post.

Sue reminded us that these will be the good ol' days in 10-20 years. She also bemoaned the fact that she doesn't have wonderful penmanship anymore. I can certainly relate to that; in fact, the only time I write in cursive these days is when I'm autographing a Chicken Soup book. And even when I do that, I realize I've forgotten how to make most of the letters. Scary!

Pam mentioned 8-track tapes. Do you remember those? You'd be right in the middle of your very favorite song when all of a sudden the music would fade, you'd hear a clunk or two and then there'd be silence for a while until the music eventually resumed. I must say, it didn't do a whole lot to enhance the listening experience.

But hey, we didn't know any better. It was just so cool to think that we were actually listening to music out in our cars. We were no longer stuck inside the house with the record player. (Which is of course, another musical antique.)

Pam also mentioned carbon paper. Good ol' carbon paper. Once again, it seemed like such a fabulous invention at the time but I don't even want to think about the nasty challenges involved in getting all the paper and carbons lined up perfectly; I don't think I ever did get it done just right.

And Wyatt wrote that e-mail and blogs are already becoming "dated" technology. Yikes! My favorite technology is now dated! What does that say about me? (Don't answer that.) But then he summed it up well when he added that we should, "Use the tool that works best for our life element." Good advice.

I don't care if I AM a bit old-fashioned; I just can't bring myself to Twitter about my life because I can't imagine Twittering about anything that would be remotely interesting to anyone. So it looks like it's dated technology for me! In fact you can call me The Dated Technology Chick, if you'd like. I don't mind.

How about you? Any memories you'd like to share with the rest of us about first computers, cell phones, or CD players? Or stories about using something that is no longer in use? For some of you readers with a few more years behind you, you can probably even tell stories about remembering when you first got electricity!

I just love reading people's memories and I think that regardless of what new technology comes along, writing our memories will always be in style.

Pull Out A Smile

When our family traveled full time for fifteen years, getting our mail was always an interesting challenge.

I mean, think about it. When you are in hundreds of towns every year, how does your mail catch up with you? Do you retain your own personal mailman to gather up your letters and personally deliver them? Do you hire a flock of carrier pigeons? Do you reinstate the Pony Express? Do you just live your life without mail and have a lovely time ignoring all those pesky bills?

Don't I wish.

When we were on the road, we came up with the solution of using Steve's parent's address. Once a week, they would bundle up all our mail in a big Priority Mail envelope and send it to the town where we were headed next. And then if all went well, when we arrived there, our mail would be waiting.

Now remember. The majority of our traveling was done in the olden days, before there was widespread use of the Internet or even (gasp!) e-mail! That meant that opening the mail was the high point of our week because we hadn't been in constant e-mail contact with friends and family around the country.

In fact, we didn't even have (gasp, again!) a cell phone! If we wanted to make a call, we had to go into the church we were singing at and ask to use the church phone. (Putting the charges on our own phone card, of course.) I remember so many times just wishing for a bit of privacy to make a call, as the church secretary sat five feet from me while I talked to my parents or a friend. I was always tempted to say to the secretary, "Wouldn't you like to leave now?" but, alas, I never did.

We thought we were really in high cotton when we finally got a pager. We'd be going down the road and Steve's pager would go off and we would all be so excited by that cutting edge advancement in communication. Unfortunately, we were driving a rig that was over 50 feet long and so just pulling off at a pay phone was not always the easiest maneuver. We'd have to wait until we finally got to a truck stop or a rest area big enough to handle the size of our home on the road and then (sometimes an hour or two later) finally return the page.

I'm sure some of you younger folks reading this can hardly believe the quaint antiquity of those long ago days.

But anyway, back to the weekly mail pouch. One of the things I always looked forward to was the multi-page, handwritten letters I would frequently receive from my childhood friend, Lorrie. She was such a faithful correspondent and it always made life on the road seem a little less lonely when I saw my name in her familiar handwriting.

For the first few years, I wrote her back by hand until the wonderful day came when we got a typewriter. Not a word processor or a computer mind you, but a typewriter. A manual typewriter. A machine with a returning carriage that made a "ding" sound. A machine that had no Internet connection. A machine that didn't even have to be plugged in! How quaint is that?

I was so excited when that newfangled, high tech machine appeared in our lives. Finally, my horrendous penmanship could be shelved. Finally, I could write as fast as my mind could think. Finally, my friends and family members wouldn't have to hire hieroglyphic experts in order to read my missives. It was a huge step forward for womankind!

Since we lived in an RV, there was not a lot of extra space to sit and write and so I came up with a grand idea. I took the typewriter into the bathroom, put the lid down on the toilet and sat in there with the typewriter balanced on my knees. (Sort of a precursor to the lap top!)

I was perfectly happy and contented in there--that is, until someone had to actually visit the bathroom for its originally intended use. Sigh. Didn't they know I was doing important work in there?

Okay, by this time you're no doubt wondering, "What is the purpose of this post? Is Becky getting to the age where trips down memory lane are all she has? Have all those malted milk balls she's consumed since Easter morning somehow clouded her thinking and messed with her mind? Just what is going on here?"

Okay, I'll tell you. What set off this rambling, reminiscent post is a letter I got in the mail two days ago. From Lorrie. Several pages long. Handwritten.

She and I e-mail back and forth a lot, but every once in a while she will give me the gift of her time, and stationery, and penmanship and send me a real, old fashioned letter, the kind of letter that is quickly falling by the wayside in this era of instant messaging and speedy e-mails. And seeing her handwriting, unchanged in the thirty-five years I've known her, just brought back all those memories of the road, and the Priority envelope, and the old typewriter, and the simpler lives we lived before the Internet took over.

It occured to me that getting a handwritten letter in the mail these days is a rare luxury; in fact, it's so rare that I really think that we need to have a handwritten letter revival. Just think about how you feel when you open the mailbox and amidst all the bills and advertising circulars from Pizza Hut, you see an envelope with your name penned on it? Isn't that so much more meaningful than skimming through letters in your inbox?

Pen and paper were here long before the Internet ever made its appearance; they are our "old friends" of letter writing. You can't bundle e-mails in a ribbon and store them in a special container; you can't hear the rustle of pages a decade old when you're surfing the Internet. There's just something so special about the feel of an envelope between your fingers that makes communication between friends so real and so precious.

As much as I adore computers and technology, I get a little lonely for the days of more personal communication. And so I wonder if you'd like to join me on a journey back to the lovely, old fashioned world of letter writing. Would you like to break out your pen and the box of floral stationery you haven't look at in two years and jot a note to someone special in your life?

Wouldn't it be wonderful if we all decided to occasionally hand write a letter, simply because we know that whoever is on the receiving end will look into their mailbox, reach in, and pull out a smile?

That's a good enough reason for me.

Five Itty Bitty Seconds

Many of you already know that I've written another blog at caringbridge.org/nc/sarahsmith for the past five years. (And I will be continuing that blog which makes me a Two Blog Woman!)

It would really help me in my writing at this location to find out how many of you are here from Sarah's site and how many of you found Smithellaneous some other way. If you could spare just five itty bitty seconds and complete the simple poll in the right column it would be great.

That way I'll know how much background I need to provide in certain posts in order to get our (wonderful) new readers up to date!

Thanks a bunch! And a million! And a whole lot!

Goal Reached!

Yesterday I mentioned that it would be great to get at least 100 guest book entries in the first weekend of the blog's existence. Today when I got up, there was a total of 127! How fun is that?

Thanks to everyone who signed in.

The Sneezing Angel

You all have been marvelously and wonderfully gracious to post in the guest book and sign up to become official Smithellaneous Followers. As this blog finishes out its first weekend of existence, I want to thank you all for the lovely welcome to Blogger-ville!

NOTE: I'm within ten guest book postings of getting to my goal of 100 postings for the first weekend of the blog. Are there ten of you out there who might be willing to sign in? It would make me ever so happy and I would even send each of the ten signers a thousand dollars. (Or not.)

Steve has spent the past four days performing in a Passion Play at Whitley Church , the church we're attending. (Whitley's pastor, Ferrell Hardison, is a wonderful guy who we've been friends with for over twenty years.) The performances were packed and the church staff estimates the play was seen by around 3200 people in four performances.

At the beginning of the play, Steve had an off stage speaking part as the angel who stopped Abraham from sacrificing Isaac. At just the right moment, when Abraham was drawing his knife, Steve commanded authoritatively into the microphone, "Abraham! Abraham! Do not harm the child in any way!"

Well, yesterday, Steve had the worst attack of allergies ever and spent the whole day blowing his nose and sneezing like a rhinoceros . (Actually, I'm not sure if rhinoceroses do a lot of sneezing but it's just a greatly intriguing mental picture. I'm intrigued by some very strange things, I realize.)

At any rate, I was not having good feelings about all the sneezing stuff because I just didn't think that a sneezing angel would benefit the drama in any positive way. Can you imagine an angel proclaiming ponderously, "Abraham! Abra-ACHOO?"

Not good.

So Steve went trundling out to the store and got some heavy duty allergy meds which certainly slowed down the sneezing but also made him very laid-back. I guess in the end he turned out to be The Non-Sneezing But Extremely Mellow Angel which is no doubt better than being the Non- Mellow But Extremely Sneezing Angel! (Or whatever.)

In the last scene of the play, he did a great job of playing a cocky, contemptuous judge. I got a few pictures of him in that role and am now going to attempt--for the very first time in my very own personal history of the world--to post them here on Blogger. Wish me luck!

Today after the performance he morphed from cocky judge into the guy who comes home to carve the ham for Easter lunch! (Wait a minute. Do you carve ham or just turkey? Hmmm. I'm not sure.) Let's just say that he cut the ham up into slices. I certainly can't go wrong with that description!

Our family had a lovely Easter meal in the dining room (instead of the kitchen) using our nicer plates and silverware. Before eating, we joined hands to pray and Steve expressed his love for each of us in a very special and dear way. It was such a great blessing, on this beautiful Easter day, to be a part of a family that has created such a joyful circle of love.

And sneezes.

Intimidated By Newness

Welcome to a brand new post at the brand new Smithellaneous!

This fabulous blog design was a gift to me by one of our Caringbridge readers who would prefer that her name not be mentioned. I can't tell you how thankful I am for her generosity and thoughtfulness. I have a real blog! I finally feel like I'm a real grown up!

Since I'm just a tad intimidated by all the newness around here (buttons, features, add-ons, settings, etc.) this first post will not be real long. I'll probably spend the rest of the day just selecting options and seeing what happens. Hopefully I will have the sense to stay far, far away from any buttons that say, "Delete the entire blog that you have waited a month for and that your friend paid for and that your blog designer diligently labored over." I guess that would be kind of a long button but you never know--it could be out there!

I know, I know. I'm just rambling away here but I promise that I will get my focus eventually and I will be a really cool and wonderful blogger. I have actually figured out how to post videos and so you'll not only be seeing pictures here but also videos! (Well, that is if anyone in my family will allow me to video them. That's a problem that Blogger cannot help with.)

Remember that I will continue to update Sarah's Cancer Site but it won't be quite as often since I'll be doing most of the general family news here. I'm sure it will take me a little while to get my ducks in a row and figure out a new schedule for posting but I am very much excited about it all!

Since you're here today, you are among the first people to see the new site! If you want to make my heart very happy, sign in and let me know who was here on the first day.

Okay, now that I'm done typing I am going to have to figure out how to actually post this entry. Without erasing the entire blog. Or setting off the fire alarm. Or causing black outs in Los Angeles.

I'm sure you can tell that my technical confidence level is at an all time high.

Okay. Here I go. I'm going to press a button.

If you're reading this, it means that I successfully posted my first blog.

If you're not reading this--well, never mind.

Contact

You can email me at smithellaneous@yahoo.com

I read and respond to each e-mail I receive and love hearing from you!

You can send snail mail to:

The Smiths

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812 Wingina Ave

Manteo, NC 27954

(This is the church Steve pastors and the office staff will be certain we get any mail that comes to that address.)