I just finished surfing the net — G-d only knows if there is a new expression for that now. That statement reflects how I feel at this moment. I read an article in the Times today about branding. Yuck. And, I was looking through the help wanted section of my local paper. There was an ad for a writer but the IT programs that were required, not just experience but expertise was astounding to me.
If I wanted to be a techy, I would have studied that. I come from a background that is interdisciplinary in nature. But, please, this is too much. And, while I am complaining, what is up with these sites where you bid for work. There was someone bidding on something and charging 40 cents per hour. OMG! Can any one compete with that?
I guess I am getting a little bit too old since I am resisting this so much. Still the fact is that I have this blog, I am on Tweeter, I have a website, and a facebook page. Oh please. I am SOOOO over it. Flick of the wrist… Had on hip. As my daughter would do. 
I know what you mean about technology resistance. What I want to know is: At what point did being a writer require an advanced degree in computer technology?
I’ve been a writer practically since I could hold one of those chunky green Crayola crayons in my chubby little toddler paw — and an editor/proofreader ever since that morning in 1969 when I corrected my first-grade teacher’s grammatical goof during a classroom lesson.
It’s taken me years, but I’ve finally joined the 21st century: I’ve gotten a blog set up and, at the urging of one of my more technologically cool friends, established a presence on Facebook.
I don’t have a Twitter account; don’t know why I’d need one, either. Maybe I’m just a dinosaur… nah — I admit it: I’m a technophobe. Basically, I’d be ecstatic if I could sit at my computer and write — and not concern myself with how many hits I’ve gotten on my site today… or agonize over the prospect of learning how to send text messages from my cell phone.