What can I say? It was a Friday night … I was bored … I had a gift card and a frequent shopper ten-percent-off coupon. The result? I bought an iPod Nano. A neon pink iPod Nano.
I guess as far as mid-life crises go, this one was pretty mild. Cheaper than a Ferrari, less dangerous than climbing to the top of Mount Everest. Still, when I brought that pack-of-gum-sized piece of modern technology home, I couldn’t help but wonder, “Now what?”
My first clue that I was out of my league was when I had to read the pages and pages of directions to get started. I’m sure most twenty-somethings just plugged theirs in and never looked back. The next big wake-up call came when I had to adjust to the largest font to be able to read the on-screen text.
But now, after several months, all is well between my iPod and me. It allows me to be the disc jockey of my very own radio station. I am happily listening to artists ranging from James Taylor to Coldplay, Boz Scaggs to Chaka Khan.
With my iPod, I may not be on the very cutting edge of technology, but at least I’m in the middle of the pack, which for me is really progressive. I confess, I am a technology laggard. Although I’ve used computers for years (anyone remember the Apple IIe?), I didn’t buy one for home until about three years ago. My reasoning? I was waiting for all the “bugs” to be taken care of.
I come by this technological procrastination naturally. My parents didn’t buy our first color TV until 1976. I would go to friends’ homes and be mesmerized by the vivid and colorful programs on a TV they seemed to take for granted. We gave up our rotary dial phone only when the world became ubiquitously united in the mantra of “push zero if you need assistance.”
When my cell phone contract came up and the sales rep was trying to get me to upgrade, I explained I only used the phone for emergencies and that I believed my last call had been about two years prior. She smirked, said that probably wasn’t possible and looked up my account on her computer. She was right—it had been three years since my last call.
Recently, I faced a new dilemma: the switch to digital TV. At the cut-off date, I was somewhat safe in that my main TV was hooked up to satellite, but what of the other perfectly good TV in the bedroom? To go with a converter box or instead buy one of the new, slim, Euro-looking D-TVs? Maybe the government would feel sorry for all of us foot-draggers one more time and give us another extension. Not to be.
Out of habit, I’d forget and switch the set on, finding only the continuously running infomercial extolling the joys of D-TV and how to install your convertor box effortlessly. I knew this time there was no fighting progress. I had to get with the program, so to speak, or resign myself to forever watching that video presentation. So, I went out and bought a convertor box and an antennae.
I may not be leading the technology race, but at least I’m keeping up with everyone else … for now!