I have lately come to realize just how technologically poverty stricken I am. Perhaps it is because I am so busy that I do not have the time to fully explore all of the perks of having a domain to my name. Or maybe it is just because I am one small, insignificant voice bleating in the wilderness of cyberspace. Gone are the days of hands on learning, where a mentor sat close to an apprentice. Everything is done through the medium of the computer. On-line help. On-line tutelage. And on-line drop-out students who through ultimate frustration choose to allow their voices to be silenced. It is a brave new world out there. A world of two-dimensional gravatars. Of emails exchanged and instructions involving authenticator codes, passwords, user names, and ever so complicated ways of just trying to end an automatic payment plan for a site that I cannot fully use to its potential. I feel like a dinosaur….that I must die out to make way for the next highly evolved of the human species.