I got a new phone a few months ago. It’s a “smart phone” -which, if I am understanding correctly, means that it can do the wifi stuff. Or rather, I know it can do the wifi thing – I think that’s what makes it a “smart phone”.
I like it. I am getting used to it, and enjoying the things it can do. It ahs a disconcerting tendency to update at what appear to be random moments, and what I knew how to do has to be relearned, but I am intelligent woman (if a little less than tech savvy) and I can do this.
It’s not actually the wifi stuff that is demanding, it turns out. I use it for twitter, facebook and one set of emails, and that is manageable, because I already know how to do that, and am just learning to do it on a njew machine.
No, the touch bit is the notebook. The to-do list. The organising capacity.
I had a meeting with Patient Colleague the other day. I had my phone with me, but also my notebook and pen. The pen wasn’t working, so I asked if I could borrow one.
“You could make notes on your phone” he said (patiently – he is a good colleague!)
So, I did. I then of course, forgot I had made them, and had to be reminded of what I had agreed to.
But since then, I have been trying. Really truly. But I still find – as I did in the meeting I have attended today- that I make notes on my phone, and then make them on paper as well. Just in case.
Somehow, they feel more real that way!
I hope some day to get to the point where it is all on the phone. Losing the phone doesn’t worry me (well it does, but not because of notes I will lose!) I am constantly losing the bits of paper on which I make notes.
But what it has made clear to me is how much the physical act of writing helps to embed things in my memory. And somehow, the soft-touch screen on the smart phone doesn’t (yet) have the same effect.
Some days, I feel distinctly middle-aged!