Recently I checked in on a friend’s website to see if he had posted any new articles. He is a tremendously talented and funny writer and for years I (and many others) have been begging him to take his talent more public. I am excited to report that he has done so but this means he doesn’t really have time to update his site. On a whim I clicked on a link to his professional work. I was shocked to read an article which described how he had recently moved after his house was broken into.
I hadn’t heard about either incident.
I sent him an email (he prefers email to phone calls) to express my surprise and to ask for a forwarding address. He was annoyed by my surprise and counseled me to consult his Twitter page as a means of receiving regular updates on his life. In fact, he recently wrote an article about the incident. And here I am blogging about it (irony?)
I have fully accepted my reputation as a technophobic person. I carried around an ancient phone until my husband bought me a new one. I keep appointments in an enormous appointment book IN PENCIL! Both of my parents had iPods before me and gave me the one I own now. Mine is a very slow recovery.