Okay, I admit it. I'm completely moronic when it comes to technology. I used to want to be a professional photographer, but then realized that there was more to taking pictures than pointing and shooting. Suddenly, it lost it's appeal.
Much like my dreams of having a National Geographic cover shot, my visions of becoming wealthy beyond imagination from running a website/blog are dissolving before my very eyes. Let's face it: I don't even know the difference between a blog and a website. I mean, aren't the two pretty similar? A place to share your thoughts and stories? Wait, now that I'm thinking about it--is there a difference between a blog and Facebook? I suppose no one has to click on the "read more" box if you write a really long Facebook post. And I imagine at some point, FB limits your characters (although I've never really pushed the limits, so I'm not entirely sure).
Yet, here we are: the blog tab on my website. I guess I could give updates on the latest happenings in the melanoma files. It might even be more effective because these updates would have a date associated with them rather than just being ambiguous stories that are captured in a whimsical moment in time.
I don't really have an update on Traci other than sharing the amazing feats of technology we shared yesterday. After her doctor's appointment at OSU, we were chatting--mostly about butterflies, no doubt, and she asked me if I was near a computer. I was not, but I pretended to be. Sometimes when people ask me if I'm near a computer, I say yes because my brain is a human computer. Also, I have an iPhone.
She asked me to look up the address of a restaurant she wanted to visit for dinner. Thanks to the google maps application on said iPhone, I was able to provide turn-by-turn directions to my family in Ohio while standing on a street in San Francisco. I think that's pretty cool. Traci and I shared a long distance high five once she and our mom spotted the restaurant. Technology, although confusing most of the time, can be pretty cool.
Much like my dreams of having a National Geographic cover shot, my visions of becoming wealthy beyond imagination from running a website/blog are dissolving before my very eyes. Let's face it: I don't even know the difference between a blog and a website. I mean, aren't the two pretty similar? A place to share your thoughts and stories? Wait, now that I'm thinking about it--is there a difference between a blog and Facebook? I suppose no one has to click on the "read more" box if you write a really long Facebook post. And I imagine at some point, FB limits your characters (although I've never really pushed the limits, so I'm not entirely sure).
Yet, here we are: the blog tab on my website. I guess I could give updates on the latest happenings in the melanoma files. It might even be more effective because these updates would have a date associated with them rather than just being ambiguous stories that are captured in a whimsical moment in time.
I don't really have an update on Traci other than sharing the amazing feats of technology we shared yesterday. After her doctor's appointment at OSU, we were chatting--mostly about butterflies, no doubt, and she asked me if I was near a computer. I was not, but I pretended to be. Sometimes when people ask me if I'm near a computer, I say yes because my brain is a human computer. Also, I have an iPhone.
She asked me to look up the address of a restaurant she wanted to visit for dinner. Thanks to the google maps application on said iPhone, I was able to provide turn-by-turn directions to my family in Ohio while standing on a street in San Francisco. I think that's pretty cool. Traci and I shared a long distance high five once she and our mom spotted the restaurant. Technology, although confusing most of the time, can be pretty cool.