So my
dad, a rather accomplished physician who can perform a flawless bronsocopy and
yet runs in fear from anything computer related, told me a couple months ago
that the time has come for him to get in with the new techno-wave and join the
websurfing elite. (He still has no clue how to explain to his friends what his
son does for a living... 'I think he plays games all day.' is the best he has
come up with so far.)
I told
him that the first step was to get him comfortable enough with a computer and
the internet to be able to send emails back and forth with his children. I
didn't think this was going to be too much to ask. My little six-year-old
brother has no problems playing Thomas The Tank Engine Match-em on the machine,
how much harder could Eudora be, right?
Well,
while I might have had visions of click-click-click and suddenly my dad would be
hacking into microsoft's website, I didn't realize what I was getting myself
into. I now receive regular calls requiring me to spend an hour explainng why I
can't walk him through the steps required for dialing into the internet WHILE
he's on the phone with me.
To his
credit, though, he routinely uses Quicken to enter all of his checks even has
used a spreadsheet I had created to set up sort of a budget, but I have no idea
how to proceed with this whole new world.
Surely, someone out there knows of any books, classes, videos, sites, software, support groups, bulletin boards, clubs, societies or religious gatherings where he could go to gain assistance getting online??? My hope is that someday he could even reply to this email himself....
Surely, someone out there knows of any books, classes, videos, sites, software, support groups, bulletin boards, clubs, societies or religious gatherings where he could go to gain assistance getting online??? My hope is that someday he could even reply to this email himself....
Thanks
for any advice!
-J
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Jason Epstein [EMAIL PROTECTED]
212.583.1234x633 www.sixdegrees.com
Our bodies are garbage heaps: we collect experience, and from the decomposition of the thrown-out eggshells, spinach leaves, coffee grinds, and old steak bones of our minds come nitrogen, heat, and very fertile soil. Out of this fertile soil bloom our poems and stories.
--Natalie Goldberg
