Too Old for Nanotech, Too Young to Die

I hold with the animistic view of computers--I know there's a little wizard and a little devil, somewhere in the box. Yeah, my smarts are a little rusted out; I need my daughter to hip me to the latest gear. Switching back and forth between my Mac and my PC for the last two days, doing web pages on one and print publications on the other, I risk a fatal case of brain bubbles. Juggling two incompatible sets of memorized keyboard shortcuts is seizure-inspiring. My online partner Bill, on the other hand, is serene among the Lords of Geek. His t-shirt reads "Linux: Real Men Write Their Own Operating Systems." As a superannuated English major, it has to be said--I am not worthy.