I've been feeling pretty astonished by the days I live in recently, by the matter of factness with which I have adapted to improbable things. I live 20 miles from where I grew up, yet my best friend lives in another country and this is workable because of technology that was speculative fiction until 5 years ago.
A few weeks ago I was in the car, crossing this bridge when I noticed that the river had frozen in the past 24 hours. I was, at the time, talking to a friend and I pulled over, jumped out of the car, grabbed my camera and scrambled down to the river wall.
I'm not a photographer. I make a workmanlike record, rather than creating a beautiful image. But I have good digital camera and I do enjoy how I see differently through the lens and through my eyes. I'm standing there, phone stuck down my bra, wireless ear piece in - some fluke gave us a crystal connection in the wind - digital camera in hand, trying to find a way to show how extraordinary the ice looks and I had this moment of complete disassociation.
This is a 21st century moment.
Later that day I had another one, less wonderful, but no less illustrative.
I don't know any phone numbers by heart any more because I have speed dial. I do know a lot of email addresses.
I needed a hotel room recently, I went to Priceline.
I needed a claim number for a 6 year old workman's comp issue filed through a defunct contractor? I went to Google, found a number, made a call and got what I needed in less than five minutes.
Google is a verb.
Checking email is a recreational activity.
Most of the most important people in my life I met online. This no longer seems weird to me.
The baseline for minimal technology for 1st world life gets more and more absurd. My handbag sometimes looks like a tech store: Phone, MP3 player, camera, notebook (and by notebook I mean very tiny computer), accessories and cords for same.
I just put my mother on Bluetooth to save my neck.
Ticketmaster is mocking me with its failure to put up the presale ticket information it was supposed to post at 10 am this morning.
Last time I bought a concert ticket, Ticketmaster sent me a text message to remind me when the tickets went on sale.
I bought my first computer in....1995? It was a fortune, I researched for weeks about what to buy and the internet was AOL and a lot of undeveloped potential unless you were a real geek. Things have changed.
My final example is a little indulgence I am actually kind of mortified and fascinated by in equal measure. Meet the Aerogarden.
Its a counter-top hydroponic garden. I'm growing my own lettuce. Because I love a fresh salad and got tired of how bitter a lot of commercial greens are.
This picture is from almost two weeks ago...I've got sprouts now. I come home every day and look to see how they are growing. Sometime I think I can see a difference from moment to moment.
I find it all a little too entertaining.