High Tech Luddite

High tech Luddite, you might well say
Finally fed up, it was was my then-fiancée
Who got me my first mobile phone that Independence Day
Tired as she was, frankly, about my anti-social ways
She put me on the Friends-and-Family plan and said "Say no more"
Reader, I married her, months later, and carried her across the door

I work with cutting edge software but continue to be a late adopter
Friends often remark about my puzzling inertia
Looks of concern and wonder, as if I were allergic
To all those shiny gadgets, must-haves, and flashy widgets
Those social networks, elite apps, and newfangled platforms
I'm always out of the loop and unaware of the latest norms
I guess that I'm altogether immune to the fear of missing out
And trust that when I do move they'll have finally worked out the bugs

Vinyl and hefty speakers, my sound system dates from a bygone era
When veritable dinosaurs roamed the land along with other chimera
The kids joke that I write in my dusty notebooks with ancient quills
Preferring manual over automatic as I do, an aesthetic of low frills
This studied indifference has served me well but sometimes beggars can't be choosers
Sixteen years later, I finally got the courage to ask to be an authorized user
For, with a cracked screen and sharp spikes that make it a danger zone,
Apparently I still need permission in order to upgrade my vintage phone

Old School, a playlist

A soundtrack for this note (spotify version)

• Old school by Lucky Mensah
• Obsolete by Mc Solaar
• A bit old-fashioned by Babyface
• Rock me tonight (for old times's sake) by Freddie Jackson
• Old fashioned by Cee-Lo
• I'm old fashioned by John Coltrane
• Flavour of the old school by Beverly Knight
• Old school by CunninLynguists
• Old school feeling by Rebelution
• Old school by Burning Spear

File under: humour, technology, adoption, culture, life, observation, perception, poetry, toli

Writing log. May 15, 2022