Having grown up using computers my whole life, I sometimes take my natural abilities on the computer for granted. While I may not know how to do certain things on my computer (defragging the hard drive, for example), I do know how to google it and figure out how to do it on my own.
Our parents, however, grew up with typewriters and record players, rather than microsoft word and iTunes. My mom didn't learn how to turn a computer on until she went back to college when I was in high school. Keith's mom didn't learn how to use a computer until the job that she started shortly after Keith and I started dating (about 5 years ago). My dad actually knows a fair amount about computers, as he has worked on them his entire adult life. But he is certainly the exception and not the rule.
This post, however, is about Keith's dad, Big Guy. (note: I did not make that nickname up on my blog to protect his identity. That is what we actually call him.) When Gwen was first born, Keith's parents made the comment that we took more pictures of her during her first day of life than they took of Keith his entire childhood. That, of course, is the beauty of digital cameras. Not only can we take more pictures, but we know immediately if they are good or not. If you look at the first picture of Keith when he was a baby, he looks like he got into a run in with a truck.
The vast number of pictures that we took (thanks in part to the rapid fire ability of our camera to shoot pictures in rapid succession) required good data management. I put Keith in charge of that in our household because he organizes well, is able to find where he put files long after the fact, and backs up data. Big Guy is in charge of data management in his household. He explained that his system involves putting all of the information (files, photos, videos) on his computer onto flash drives and then deleting the data from his hard drive because he doesn't want to "fill it up." We explained that flash drives are one of the worst ways to back up data because if you look at one funny it is liable to erase itself out of spite. Our warnings, however, fell on deaf ears.
A couple of weeks after our first flash drive vs. hard drive discussion, Big Guy showed up at our house with a container full of flash drives. It seems that he must have gotten on the bad side of a couple of them because where once there was data there was now none. Despite this setback, he still has not lost faith in his system. And that is one of the things that we love him for.
Our parents, however, grew up with typewriters and record players, rather than microsoft word and iTunes. My mom didn't learn how to turn a computer on until she went back to college when I was in high school. Keith's mom didn't learn how to use a computer until the job that she started shortly after Keith and I started dating (about 5 years ago). My dad actually knows a fair amount about computers, as he has worked on them his entire adult life. But he is certainly the exception and not the rule.
This post, however, is about Keith's dad, Big Guy. (note: I did not make that nickname up on my blog to protect his identity. That is what we actually call him.) When Gwen was first born, Keith's parents made the comment that we took more pictures of her during her first day of life than they took of Keith his entire childhood. That, of course, is the beauty of digital cameras. Not only can we take more pictures, but we know immediately if they are good or not. If you look at the first picture of Keith when he was a baby, he looks like he got into a run in with a truck.
The vast number of pictures that we took (thanks in part to the rapid fire ability of our camera to shoot pictures in rapid succession) required good data management. I put Keith in charge of that in our household because he organizes well, is able to find where he put files long after the fact, and backs up data. Big Guy is in charge of data management in his household. He explained that his system involves putting all of the information (files, photos, videos) on his computer onto flash drives and then deleting the data from his hard drive because he doesn't want to "fill it up." We explained that flash drives are one of the worst ways to back up data because if you look at one funny it is liable to erase itself out of spite. Our warnings, however, fell on deaf ears.
A couple of weeks after our first flash drive vs. hard drive discussion, Big Guy showed up at our house with a container full of flash drives. It seems that he must have gotten on the bad side of a couple of them because where once there was data there was now none. Despite this setback, he still has not lost faith in his system. And that is one of the things that we love him for.
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