When my boss mentioned the possibility of me writing a technology piece for Apple Magazine, my initial response was to recoil. Me, write for a techie magazine ā he should know better, thatās so funny, itās so not me. Me, who likes to use a notebook and a well-worn stub of pencil. Me, who has a cherished fountain pen which I carry around with me always. Me, who never needs an excuse to buy another piece of stationery. Me, who unapologetically doesnāt use anything beginning with an āiā (sorry Jony).
But hereās the thing, though I take a reasonably āsimpleā approach to life; and I certainly donāt get caught up in a frenzy about whatever is the latest piece of technology, I still find technology has its uses. I certainly donāt make myself a martyr to āsimplenessā either. I have a wireless in my house, Iāve probably been prescribed that new fangled penicillin a time or two in my life; and not so long ago I moved into my first house with gas central heating ā bliss. My last job would have been impossible without the advent of the pager (remember those?), Blackberry (remember those?) and a laptop (mine does a great impression of a sack of bricks).
If I were mayor for a day I certainly wouldnāt be turning off analogue radio anytime soon (there really, really are places you still canāt get a digital signal you know, and mobile reception is patchy at best ā itās true). You should see me at my mumās house, doing the āreceptionā dance, trying to get my phone to work while standing on my tip toes, waggling my phone around on an outstretched arm.Ā Have you tried that one? Itās an all too familiar tale, I bet.
As you can imagine, I embrace vintage chic in my house, no charity shop or market stall goes unscrutinized for just the right hint of a bygone age. I have a great set of enamelled vintage scales in my kitchen; the only problem is every time I use a modern cookbook I have to do a quick bit of maths to turn the recipe back into imperial measurements. Which might be good ābrain gymā for me, but is probably not so good for my culinary efforts, and might explain why I stick to ācookingā salads a lot.
Hereās where technology has its uses, I can easily find a measurement converter online or look for vintage inspiration for my home āgooglingā āatomic patternsā for example, and dozens of sources will be at my fingertips. But even better than this is the insight into a fleeting moment in time technology can give me like footage of Anna Pavlova performing, the early days of the railway or the building of the Empire State building. Technology: itās not bad actually, sometimes itās even helpful ā it can be your window to the past. So embrace technology to step into a bygone age.