All right! All right! I am not superman and not supergirl. The speeding bullet has been fired and it is change. Somehow change can never be out run. There is no where to hide from it, although there are those who will pretend to hide from it. Change is disguized as choas, or is it that choas is change.

I am repeating myself I am sure. From the whirling depths of the cosmos up popped change in it’s many forms. I ventured to a wordcamp live stream yesterday and was given a glimpse into a world that I didn’t know the language. It was about the changes forthcoming in technology. The language used was that of code. Spell the words out for me! Yikes, I’m firmly rooted in my failure to learn Fortran in college. Yet I am willing to jump I to this swirling world and at least try to hear their language of change. API?

I remember that in 6th grade (in Alaska), we were gather together in our gym/auditorium to hear about the new devic e the size of a room,”the Computer”. It was to be our future. We laughed! And here it is now. My grandchildren play on them. Ah change. I remember my grandmother talking about the first airplane she saw. Now I am attempting to get my 85 year old mother to skype and answer emails. A swirling abyss of mind boggling change. She has to move from a finger tapping typewriting to a touch screen laptop. She has to grapple with antivirus programs and what is spyware anyway.

My children expect change, and I am keenly aware of how much change has happened since I was a child. I even remember experiencing the excitement of Statehood in Hawaii. Crazy! Now I watch the impending world war of the modern crusades. I reflect upon my 11th grade world history class and my then gratitude for not having to live through such terrible times. Change is the failure to even understand our past. I must embrace change and not run from it. But we are all able to question the change that may be thrust upon us.