Very few have bothered to check out the Recycling project–I don’t blame you since it takes about two minutes to load and bloghopping is a check and move-on routine. But yesterday I had the opportunity to show the movie clip to my neighbor who had come into the shop with framing for a friend.
Her response was less than enthusiastic. I pointed out my snowball bush and my niece (I figured she’d recognize Poe and Jesus). She did say she wondered if that was my niece.
Not everybody is up on new media methods, nor the work involved in putting it all together. While this piece is obviously not the best poetry nor presented in anything but a first-attempt (discounting all the remakes, it still is a first attempt just as drafts don’t count in writing a story), I expected questions about the process. This is a lady who, six years after getting the computer (which was a Christmas present from Jim and I since I felt they should be computerized) still has me type up her Christmas letter in Word. She surfs the internet, uses Snapfish and e-mails plenty, but it’s obvious her interest ends there.
I remember my own fears about calling up the programs loaded on my own computer. Heck, I’ve had XP for almost two years now and just realized the Movie Maker was available. New media methods are now available to just about anyone with a computer. Why are some of us still so reticent–or downright afraid–to play around and discover? Part of the answer lies in our age–after all, anyone in their forties and younger were born into a generation of home computing. Another view is of one’s own scope of interest, as well as sense of adventure.
We come up to our comfort zone. With curiosity and opportunity, we hope to venture beyond.
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So, what are you trying to say?