It’s been a stormy relationship. There was no natural attraction, but society kept throwing us together. However, through my angry tantrums, begging, pleading, and occasional emotional meltdowns, Technology remained steadfast. Our relationship is definitely high maintenance, and for many years I carried deep resentment for the way it sucked up my time, energy, and money. Digging in my heels, I was dragged into the computer age whimpering and complaining all the way. I lagged behind, fantasizing that if everyone would just agree, we could go back to a simpler time of phone calls and snail mail. Eventually, I had no choice but to give in and do my best to go with the inevitable flow forward. It was a sweet surrender, for when Technology distributed my Diggin’ The Downsize album worldwide, it became obvious this relationship was not as one-sided as I once thought. In fact my new pal, Technology, even enables me to earn a living teaching music online during this pandemic when all the gigs have “dried up”. Could it be Technology and myself are going to live happily ever after? Well perhaps, but despite all this fruitful evidence of our blossoming relationship, my imagination projects into a future where the only option might be to order groceries online. I really, really want to pick out my own tomatoes, even if they have to be genetically altered.
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