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Can I Still Call Myself A Low Tech Girl?

Yesterday, I was packing my purse (it's a large purse and requires packing) with items to take with me when I took my daughter to her basketball game (see the post about mommy-mobiles). I took a look at what I was putting in, and wondered.... can I still call myself a low tech girl?

Contents:
1 BlackBerry (with Internet capability so I can check out assignments that may be available)
1 Sony e-Reader (gotta love it, but not exactly low tech stuff)

I look at how much my life has changed. Previously, I would have taken a book (made from actual paper no less), some paper and a pen, so that I could amuse the kids by playing x's and o's or the dot game or hangman, and perhaps some snacks (with my youngest daughter, going out without snacks is a dangerous proposition).

It is true that I have slowly come to embrace high tech devices. And, my BlackBerry is great because it allows me to pack the equivalent of a camera, music player, video game system and cellphone in one. This allows me to have many different things to do without weighing myself down.

In fact, if it was not for the notebooks I also packed, I could have taken a much smaller purse, instead of one the size of an overnight bag. Wait. Notebook? As in traditional method of writing down information and notes? Yes. Its true. I packed a notebook in case I had the chance to work on a couple of the articles I needed to have in by the end of the day. I didn't get anything done, but I had that ability.

I guess that while I can no longer strictly refer to myself a low tech girl, I can still relax knowing that I have not strayed too far from using paper and pen. And, although I think that I am moving steadily away from many low tech methods of entertaining myself, it still means I have not totally gone over to the dark side. I'll be trying to put that off for as long as possible.

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