I talked recently with someone who is just under half my age, about how wearisome the internet is, to her. To her, it’s all just drudgery.
For me, even word processing still retains its magic.
I like the last two short sentences of that post too but I’ll let you go there to read the rest. I have to admit that I really don’t understand people who don’t get excited about the Internet. I mean, there’s so much to get excited about. Whatever you’re interested in, it’s here in greater quantities than you can imagine.
Brian connects it with age but I think it’s just differences in personality. I have one son who likes the Internet. I couldn’t say whether he finds it as exciting as I do but he reads my weblog and sites like Wikipedia and How Stuff Works and he’s into World of Warcraft. My other son has never had much interest in the Internet. Once in a while he will look something up online and he recently started playing WoW but he absolutely never just surfs for the fun of surfing and he never reads my weblog. That’s right – he doesn’t even read his own mother’s weblog. I could tell embarrassing stories about him and he’d never know.
People who don’t like the Internet are sort of annoying. You try to tell them about all this great stuff you find online and they either give you a blank look or they go into one of those spiels about how much they hate computers and the Evil Internet. If only they would just try. Oh well… maybe we are special. We understand the magic.

November 29th, 2007 - 12:07 pm
I agree that it might be a personality thing.
Maybe the “information junkies” are the people who are super-enthusiastic about the Internet. (I probably wouldn’t be as into knitting or quilting, and I probably wouldn’t crochet any more at all, if I didn’t have all those craftblogger websites with all the wonderful pictures of their projects and links to where I can buy or download patterns).
But then again, I still think it’s a marvel and a wonder that I can turn a tap and get not just clean water, but clean water heated to my preferred temperature, when I get into the shower. (And no, I’ve never lived without indoor plumbing, or lived without hot water for more than a week)
Maybe it’s like Einstein’s comment that either everything is a miracle, or nothing is?
That said – I’m old enough to remember having to write all my essays and stuff longhand and then either recopying it neatly or typing it. It was only in college for me that word processors began becoming common and accessible.