What do you do, when progress makes cherished belongings obsolete? Makers of buggy whips are no longer around to ask, but there are parallels.
For many years, I used a Nikon SLR camera to photograph whatever I chose to capture. When it was stolen, I bought a better model. Unfortunately, this was shortly before digital photography killed the film industry. My fine camera—a fine piece of engineering and workmanship—gathers dust. Even Ebay cannot help, because no one want to buy an anachronism, of which thousands like mine also gather dust…or worse.
I now use a digital SLR, which works as well or better than my dust collector. I appreciate the advantage of being able to take hundreds of photographs, knowing that one or two might be good. And, I can check the result immediately pushing the shutter release and fiddle with the result on my computer. Before, I could take 36 exposures…and not learn the result—or failure—until weeks later. I am happy to take the bad (having spent money on a camera, which lies unused in a cupboard and is of no value, despite its high price) with the good, which comes with progress.
Of course, I have my phone in my pocket for what used to be called "snap shots".
Adding to the list of what I hate—after people—and things that you cannot live with and cannot live without—like women—is technology.
At times, I miss the old days, when things were simpler. I’m talking about a time when there were three television channels and transistor radios, which played good music. Television had dials, which you had to stand up to operate. I recall the first video recorder, which had two levers to record and no timer. Now, one needs an advanced degree (or a teenaged child) to operate most household equipment. I have five remote controls in my living room to operate the television, even though some are multi-purpose. After the cleaning lady has been near the television, nothing seems to work the way it did before she arrived. It takes some random pushing of buttons to return to semi-normal. I do not expect to experience “normal” again anytime soon.
I have six computers, each handling different tasks. I do not want to rely on only Mac or PC, because each has its strengths and weaknesses. I do not discard old computers, because there is data which I do not want to move or erase. Mac has Word, but it is not as good as PC Word, which is useful for my dodgy novels. Mac is good for music and is linked to my phone, and it looks nice on my desk.
But, when I write a book, I use a Mont Blanc fountain pen and stand an antique stand-up desk. Sometimes, progress is our most important problem, and one must fight to maintain old ways.
NB. The title sounds like the firm which paid Romney obscene amounts of money to destroy jobs, but is spelled differently. That said, the definition works well, despite the different spelling.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.