The internet is, on the whole, a pretty awesome thing. I don't know how we ever managed without it. Some of us, however, still haven't figured it out, and probably never will. My mother-in-law, for example. I can write about her with impunity because I know she will never ever read this. In fact, although she has a computer, she hasn't used it in ages because she's forgotten her password, and even if she knew how to reset it, she would be utterly confused, not knowing a search engine from a steam engine. The word "google" does not figure in her lexicon, either as a noun or as a verb. She knows I have a blog, but then again it could be a blob, or a glog, or some such nonsense, and in any case it has nothing to do with HER. My own parents are considerably more computer savvy. My mother, bless her, sends me every joke, inspirational story and chain letter that crosses her inbox. My dad has kept every blog I ever posted, not trusting them to the archives (and maybe he shouldn't - I'm not sure where the old entries are myself). If we're still using the old information superhighway metaphor, they're on it, but doing 40 in the left lane.
That's fine with me. Every generation has its preferred technology. My mother spent hours on the phone - still does. I don't like the phone that much - it's too much like work, but I love email. My son rarely responds to email and practically never answers his cell phone, but he texts like a madman (and how exactly does a madman text? Like this: #!!&*%%#$!!) His children will probably send holograms, which will be most entertaining, although by then I will be well into my decrepitude, and won't know how to answer my holo-phone, or turn on my holo-graph, or remember my own name (Holloway).