I really got a lot done today. I set up my classroom computer with Bluesoleil, so I now have an interactive white board, based on a Nintendo Wiimote and a homemade IR pen. On the way home I stopped by my Mother’s office and helped her fix a computer problem so she could finish a class she is taking on-line. When I got home, my order from Newegg had arrived so I set up turbo boost on my Vista machine (it really is not as bad as you think). I then put in the new dvd drive on my XP machine. Then I made pickles. Of all the technology I used today, the pickles were the most intimidating. According to the History of the Pickle web site (no, I am not making it up) people have been pickling for over 4000 years, so what’s the big deal?
Well, I was trying to make my Grandmother’s dill pickles, cause then I would be the one. The one in my generation who makes pickles like Grandma. That is a little pressure. I messed up and had to call for tech support. My Grandmother is my pickling IT department, she very patiently walked me through the process that I had see her do a hundred time and I couldn’t get. As I write this I am waiting to see if the jars seal the second time around. I am not quite ready for beta release on pickles, but I will get there. I have good people behind the technology.
What is there to learn from this weird confluence of technology? Because make no mistake about it, the technology of preserving food was as important to my Grandmother as any computer is to me. If she didn’t do it correctly, her children might go with-out some food in the winter, (refrigeration had been invented but hadn’t reached Loma, Colorado) or she might serve Botulism infested food and kill her family. What I am trying to do for pride and nice dill with just the right bite of Jalapeno, she did for survival. Maybe I am playing up the role of canned food in her life, but only a little. Some of today’s hobbies were yesterday’s needed skills.
I was at my Grandmother’s yesterday, helping her find where Vista (it really is not as bad as you think) had stored her quickbooks files. Some find it annoying, I think it is cute, the computer is just playing hide and seek with your data. She was surprised I found it so quickly, and I felt smug. Maybe she feels smug when I call for details about pickles.
I love technology. I want to understand it and be proficient in it in all forms. I can put a razor edge on a knife by hand, weld with oxy-acetylene, MIG or a hot fire and an anvil. Cut a straight line with a laser guided chop saw, my Grandfather’s Disston hand saw or a Japanese ryobi. I learn by books, videos, web pages, magazines and listening to those who know more than I. I may be wrong but some things you have to experience first hand. You learn how to make pickles off the internet, but they won’t be my grandmother’s pickles.
What is the take away message? People matter. Technology has been with us a long time and has always played a big role. Eighty four year old women can use Vista (with a little help) so get over it. Everyone has something to teach you. Something I missed? What do you think?