Digital roam

For some reason, the discontinuance of Goog-411 hit me hard.  (For those unfamiliar with this service, it was Google's free information service that would ask you for city, state, and desired location; it would connect you or text you information.)

Although I didn't use this service frequently Goog-411 got me what I needed whenever I asked.  Connect me to the nearest pizza place still open for delivery at 2 AM Goog!  Not a problem, I'll connect you.  Call me a cab service Goog -- I can't see straight enough to dial!  No judgment, I'll connect you.  What robot voice is going to help me now?  I feel like my prom date just stood me up.

Yes, I realize calling information is similar to connecting on dial-up and nowadays there is an app for that; but what about the poor bastards like myself who do not own a smart phone and do not have an app for that?  Where is the justice?  Where is the compassion?  Where oh where has my little dog gone?

Is it possible to remain analog in a digital world?

I love (love, love, love) technology and progress ... but at what cost?  With anything and everything available at our fingertips 24/7, are we losing our ability to wait (apparently good things happen to those who do) and focus on a single task?  The answer is yes.

The average high school student will have five, yes five, applications running at any one time while using a computer.  Multi-tasking is now required in our society.  I know it's all fun and games with multitasking (look how many things I can do at once: check e-mail, chat, tweet, and keyword search as I'm talking to you!) but how much is too much?

We are already losing the ability to focus on a single task until completion.

Don't believe me?  I dare you try and do one thing to completion without stopping to check something else.  Double dog dare you, actually.  TRIPLE DOG dare you.  Living in an 'I want it now' society has its perks but we should be considering the unforeseen effects of having it all, whenever, wherever.


I wish more people had them.

Chem class

Today I decided to commit to my inner geek and applied to Western Governs University to earn a bachelor's of science in Information Technology.

Sally found this amazing (and affordable) online degree program at WGU and it seems to be a perfect fit.  I can learn at my own pace on my own time (in the outfit of my choosing) and credits from my alma mater can be applied toward this degree.  I KNEW that PR degree wasn't a waste and that there was reason I toiled through the trenches of J102 and J104!

Johnny 5 craves datas.
I have always been what some people might call "plugged in" and an internet nerd by trade but it wasn't until recently that it occurred to me to turn my passion into a profession.

True, I know my way around the interwebs, but I want my knowledge base to extend beyond Google and memes; I want to learn everything there is to know about data processing, too.  I want to be a Database Diva, a Code Warrior, a Programming Princess.

LOL cats and animated gifs are great, but I want to take it a step further: I want to invest in myself and guarantee job security.  Anyone who graduated into the current job market understands how critical marketability is and the uphill battle you face without it.

Frankly, I'm too old for that shit.  While love is a battlefield, I'd prefer my career path be a scenic drive with great tunes and no commercials.

I have finally found the career I've been searching for (five years later than expected) and it's full speed ahead.  I've transformed into the robot from Short Circuit yelling "More datas!  More datas! Need more datas!"   I'm picking up what you're putting down Johnny 5 -- I crave datas, too.

No, it isn't.  Sorry.
This time around no binge drinking photos will surface on Facebook (sorry kids) and gone will be texts asking for Tina on my cell phone the next morning.  I'm at peace with that; I had my time policing myself but I'm a big girl now and its time to think about the future.

Although I'm so scared of getting older (I'm only good at being young), excitement overcomes me as I take the next step of my journey.  The boyfriend always jokes about it being about the journey not the destination (to my shegrin remaining comfortable in my skin and challenging myself to be my best.

Part of being an adult is loving yourself for everything you are (and aren't) so in the spirit of credit scores, I am going to admit something to you which may or may not come as a total shock. ... I am a total geek.

My suspicions of this (rad) fact were confirmed last month when I was teased about the light reading I brought on vacation: Imagining the Tenth Dimension by Rob Bryanton.  Until that point it never occurred to me that most people wouldn't read a book about String Theory because it interested them, let alone consider it light reading.