I Think I Live Under a Rock

Because I'm falling farther and farther behind the communication curve. People are not emaiing anymore, they are twittering. They are not talking on cell phones anymore, they are texting. I know this, not because I have a cell phone or a twitter feed (I have niether), but I listen to NPR. It has gotten to the point where I can drive past a first-run movie theater and not recognize a single movie on the marquis; I'm in more familiar territory in front of the art-house, where all the films have all been reviewed by David Edlestien on Fresh Air. Sports events make it onto the radar only when there's a social commentary to be illustrated, which is why I know that last year was the first in which female athletes eaned as much as males at Wimbledon, but I have no idea who took that money home. Even among NPR listeners, I'm a bit of a neanderthal: more and more of them are podcasting the same programs that I'm still fm-ing. No, I don't have an iPod.