Till Death: Why “The Cloud” Can’t Cut It in a True Crisis

I’m really sick right now, so I hope this all makes sense.

Even if it doesn’t, I’m going to say it right quick while I feel well enough. Matters to me.

We lament loud and long these days about how the Net — technology in general — seems to have alienated, distanced, divided us one from another.

I myself, however, have often chided friends that when we talk like that, we sound far too much like the parents who inspired us to sing that Who lyric, “Hope I die before I get old,” with such smug gusto back when we were the ones pointing fingers at the generations before ours.

I love technology. I am generally not afraid of it, mostly curious about it, and though I use the newest bits badly because there are so many gaps in my knowledge base that don’t allow me to cross that bridge gracefully, I have a house full of it.

I encouraged my daughter to use the Net — yes, monitored by me, but enthusiastically. As a new adventure and learning tool.

I was mostly thrilled to see her take to it so naturally and loved nothing more than to sit and watch her move seamlessly from game console to laptop to PC to . . . whatever the danged things were called. I envied even the things I could never truly comprehend.