Between visits to physical therapists and audiologists, Bill and I made a lot of progress yesterday in our packing adventure. Bill jumped into cleaning out his office with both feet, which is pretty tricky when you consider that there is barely room on his office floor to walk, much less jump.
In the course of cleaning out, I have talked about our nostalgia as we consider what to do with certain items that have good memories. What I haven’t mentioned is how much outdated technology we have encountered over the course of the past weeks.
The other day I was looking for blog ideas, a never-ending enterprise. I came across a suggestion of writing a post in which I tried to explain modern technology to someone in the 1900s. It occurred to me that I didn’t have to look that far back into history to flummox someone with technology. I only have to look as far as my grandkids.
Take the ancient technology that was in my beloved yellow bug. I was driving with my granddaughter Dagny one day. It was probably four or five years ago.
“Nana, what does Rew mean?” she said, pointing to my tape deck. (Because, yes, my car was two or three technologies late when it came to music. I skipped the CD era completely.) I explained (or tried to, at least) the notion of tapes and tape decks to this young lady who was only familiar with Spotify on her iPhone. Spotify doesn’t need to be rewound.
As we have made our way through our 30-year collection of stuff, we have found film cameras, CD players, Tom-Tom GPS systems, boxes of transparencies. Yesterday I found — way in the back of my desk pencil drawer — a Flip video camera. I remember when I bought it. I thought it was super-cool because you shot your video using the camera, and then it plugged directly into the computer so that you could download your pictures. No cable needed. I loved it, and shot a lot of videos using it. Unfortunately, they are videos that I now can’t share with anyone because the technology is no longer pertinent.
“Don’t throw it away,” Bill said. “It’s so cute.”
“Yes,” I said. “About as cute as the videotapes in our basement of what seems like every movie ever made.” I don’t think even Goodwill wants videotapes. I’m proud to say that I didn’t come across a Betamax or that game in which the ducks floated across your television screen and you shot them with a fake gun. We do have an ancient Wii game, however. Does Wii still exist?
We came across a DVD that Bill had made 20 years or so ago, in which he had all of the home movies he shot when his kids were little transferred. Now, that technology is dated and nearly nonexistent. We still have a DVD player, but it’s pretty dusty at this point. For heavens’ sake, my wedding video was shot on a VHS tape. I’m confident I can get it digitized. (Digitized is a word I didn’t know would ever exist 10 years ago.)
And can I tell you about the number of cables that Bill has kept over the years? He has — quite literally — hundreds of cables that he is afraid to throw away because he’s certain he will locate the piece of technology that requires that specific cable. I’m working on him, people.
I have said it before: I can’t even imagine what technological advances will be made in the next 10 years.