Apple computers have been a part of my life since 1984. Like millions of others on the planet, I have
Steve Jobs to thank for my first computer. Even before the news of his passing last week, I was planning to write about the early days of computers.
Amazing ProgressI was reminded of that era in a meeting recently when someone demonstrated a new collaborative work tool. In minutes, everyone accessed the site via the Web, and we were using the application.
My early days of using
computer supported collaborative work, as it was then called, required
lugging a 30-lb. printing terminal across the US on my ski vacation so I could keep in touch with my clients. It involved moving beds in hotels so I could reach the phone connection to connect my modem cups. That's right, in those days, you got online by attaching the telephone receiver to two rubber connectors that fit over the phone's earpiece and speaker.
It was slow and awkward, but it was thrilling. We were able to communicate no matter where we were.I had a dream in those days. It was that
everyone on the planet could connect to everyone else on the planet. I thought, perhaps naively, that if we could all talk to each other, we would realize we have the same fundamental values, and we'd stop killing each other.
Why?So now here we are in constant touch with our friends and relatives on
Facebook, our business connections on
LinkedIn and anyone and everyone on
Twitter. And I'm not happy. Why?
Maybe it's a generation thing. Oh how I hate to consider that. But I must. Sharing the details of what I had for breakfast just doesn't feel right. Not only do I think no one would care; more importantly,
I don't think it's any of their business. I scan my personal
Facebook page daily and delight in seeing what's going on with the people I care about. I also appreciate being part of a community--as in the shared comments about Steve Jobs or updates on local issues.
But I'm a lurker. If you had told me in the mid 1980's when I was pioneering this kind of communication that I would be a lurker today, I would have denied the possibility. And yet, true confessions, I am. Why?
If you resonate with my position or want to talk me down, please
let me know your thoughts. I'll share what I learn in the November issue of
Web Words.