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Remember your first string of pearls?
Or your grandmother’s jewelry box?
Or your mother’s?
Remember how it felt growing up and discovering things for the first time?Or borrowing your first piece of good jewelry???
I was looking through posts on Twitter this morning (theres a first time for everything) and I was struck by someone saying that they found it odd to blog about blogging.
I don’t know if that was in response to my comments or something totally different (I am not far enough along with blogging yet to know the difference or how to tell), but the comment stuck with me.
It seems to me that the only way to internalize anything new i.e., learn is to think about, write about or talk about that new thing. So blogging about blogging is a way of trying to make sense of it.
At least that’s how it works for me.
And all I can say is that, for each and every one of us, there will come a time that we need to process something that does not come naturally or is not intuitive (like keeping those pearls and wearing them now). And we will all find our own way of doing that, within our own timeframe.
My children were born in the 80s. My first Mother’s Day present was an Apple Computer (the original Macintosh). I didn’t do anything with it except stare at it and occasionally turn it on and load very rudimentary kids’ programs on it.
At my various jobs, the typewriters were replaced by word processors and then, when I wasn’t looking, I guess, by personal computers.
This year, I bought two brand new iMacs for my office with 24′ screens since we do so much work with graphics (jpgs for all the jewelry on our websites).
I understand fax machines and carbon paper and typewriters and I was the first one at one of my jobs to get an IBM correcting selectric typewriter when they hit the market (not because I was so special, just because my boss knew I was a lousy typist. I still can’t get the TVs to work the way everyone else can and I am perplexed easily by what my computer can do.
I know how to ask people for help and to look things up in books. There are certain steps we used to take to solve problems—I think we called that common sense; now I am retraining my brain to think of Google when I need to find out an answer.
And remember when we would just wonder about the answers to certain questions, as if they were truly unattainable for the likes of you and me??
Somehow, my kids and all the kids after them–came ready-made with an innate understanding of computers, DVDs, CDs, cell phones basically anything that is remotely connected with an on-off switch. Even as young kids, they just know how to program a phone or retrieve messages or load an iPod without ever touching the manual.
How does that happen??
