I’m a technophobe. As in, you start talking about computer stuff and my eyes glaze, my heart races, and I start planning my escape. This is not a good thing when you live in a house with technogods who not only get computers, they build them. For fun.
When my daughter was a pre-teen she was bopping around websites and making art on her computer. We’re talking graphic design quality art. When I complained to my husband that she spent too much time on the computer, he assured me she wasn’t wasting time, but learning a valuable skill. I heard that argument again this summer when my son, who is just 14, spent his time building a server. Granted, I have no idea what that really means, but again my husband assured me it was a good thing.
He would know. When he was barely out of elementary school he was taking about apart computers to figure out how they worked and now spends his days coding video games.
That sounds like a special kind of hell to me, but he likes it and it keeps him off the streets and out of bars, so I’m happy.
In fact, I was very happy with my lack of computer skills until that tricksy Melinda VanLone and her devious pal Marcy Kennedy came along one day with a blog post about how we might consider a blog that is self-hosted. Say what? Hosted? Self? As in, ME?
Nope. No way. Not happening.
But those wily women, they put an idea in my mind and I couldn’t shake it. A few weeks later they even went so far as to post a blog giving valuable information on how to make the change. Argh! What were they doing to me? Didn’t they know I’m a complete technophobe? Phrases like, ‘Export your Data’ give me hives. Seriously.
The time had come, I realized, for me to learn a new trick. So I enrolled in a night class at the local community college for web design. Sure, I could’ve taken a one day seminar or even an online class, but for me, the slow and steady approach with hands-on learning is best.
The first night I arrived forty minutes late. I’m rarely late to anything and to be late to a computer class? I was totally freaked out. I had it in my head that class started at 6:30, even though it clearly said 5:30 on my calendar. My inner freaked out goddess was messing with me that night.
Fortunately for me, the only seat available was in the back between the three nicest people I could hope to meet. Pat, Colette, and DeAnna. Not only did they help me catch up, they know computers and have a good understanding of what we’re doing. Score!
The first week we dabbled with html stuff and last week we learned CSS. I’m proud to say I know what CSS stands for, and can even make a web page using it. Cascading Style Sheets in case you were wondering. I would show you the web page, but it, um, sucks. Seriously, it was about bubbles.
What does all this mean for the blog? Well, I’ll be moving soon, for one thing! All you fabulous readers who have subscribed to the blog will hopefully follow me and re-subscribe. I’ll let you know when it gets closer to the date. Am I going to do the new website? Heck no! In fact, the first night we went around the class introducing ourselves ~ I was the only one not taking the class for a graphic arts degree. When I said I was there so that when I had a web designer explaining to me what they were doing to my website I’d understand what the heck they were talking about, the class thought I was joking.
I might dabble with web pages, but I’ll leave my website to the professionals. Bubbles, people. It was (is) embarrassing. 😉
What have you learned lately that pushed you out of your comfort zone? Did you read Melinda and Marcy’s post and think moving to a self-hosted sight sounded daunting? Or did you read it and think, heck yes, I’m all over that!? We’re never too old to learn, don’t you think?