Here I go again, revealing my naiveté. Every few days I can’t help but stop and ponder on how the internet and technology have changed the way we experience the world.
When I stop to think about how remarkable it is, I am also reminded that the people in the so-called “Millennial” age group take all this as normal and expected.
I’m thinking here of electric toothbrushes. The other morning I went to brush my teeth and it wouldn’t turn on. My first thought was, “Oh no, I can’t brush my teeth.” This is what I’ve come to, I guess. So thoroughly corrupted by technology I’ve almost forgotten how to brush my own teeth. Crazy, huh?
As a matter of fact, I was reminded last week of the little things I can do for myself last week when my wife flew off to Ohio to visit family.
I “bached” it for four days and three nights, and found to my amazement that, yes, I know how to do stuff, domestically speaking. A lot of which, as a so-called “Baby-Boomer” I picked up early on.
Even so, with being all by my lonesome in the house I was trying to resist the urge to go online every five minutes to see what my Facebook friends are up to and what silly things get posted. Unfortunately, it seems the rule for some people is: do not air your dirty laundry on the internet. Instead, air someone else’s dirty laundry on the internet.
I must interject here, that in watching social media, mixed in with funny pictures and heartwarming anecdotes, I've run across all sorts of things that irritate people, which lead them into futile arguments that usually end up something akin to, “you shut up...no, you shut up...” One thing I've learned is, don't argue with an idiot; people watching may not be able to tell the difference.
Alas, social media, I’ve decided, is the domain of the young. At least younger than me.
I was reading one of the many articles out there trying to figure out the aforementioned Millennials, and it made me realize that some references I often throw into a conversation are a mystery to them. You can bet most millennials have heard of Snapchat, AirPods, emojis, and Drake. But sea monkeys, Brownie cameras, church keys, and Ricky Nelson? Not so much. Same goes for the Doublemint Twins, Polaroid cameras, roller skate keys, and the Dave Clark Five.
Or even the idea that stores were closed on Sunday. All stores. I mean, you couldn’t buy a car on Sunday, much less beer, wine and or spirits of any kind.
Nowadays, it seems anything goes. I’m still slightly amazed you can go shopping at 1 a.m. and order anything from soup to nuts, even if you live in Apache Creek, and have it delivered right to your door. I guess that old song about the Wells Fargo wagon coming down the street from The Music Man is still relevant, except now it would be the UPS or FedEx truck.
And no more flipping through the card catalog to find a book you want to read or research. Do it from your comfy couch.
But I digress. I went back to the Sunport Saturday afternoon to pick up my wife from her trip to Ohio and was surprised to run into Dr. Bhasker, who was there on an airport pickup as well.
We had a short chat about kids and grandkids and things like that. And also it was good the air traffic controllers were getting paid again.
Although he’s most widely known as the longest-serving mayor in Socorro’s - as well as New Mexico’s - history, Ravi is a physician first, and I confess that whenever I see him I’m prone to blurting out some medical condition or question. He’s always informative and quite congenial about it, and Saturday he was joking that you can find a lot of basic information online.
That’s when I was introduced to Dr. Google.
Dr. Google doesn’t write prescriptions but you never need an appointment. Dr. Google, however, does not approve of click-bait headlines and is quick to caution about believing dubious claims for quick fixes, health-wise; admonishing us to get advice from a human MD.
Regardless, that consultant in the ether now ranks up there as one of my favorite imaginary doctors, along with Bones McCoy, Dr. Kildare, Dr. Zhivago, Dr. Hackenbush, and Doc Adams from Gunsmoke.
Oh, and the guy who wasn’t a doctor but played one on TV.
I’m joking of course, but the way things are going I won’t be surprised if one day my computer will tell me to stick out my tongue and say, “Ah.”