MY HOUSE -- We ran a "social media" session for the newest people into our company today.  We call them grads.  All the boys were called James and the girls were German.

We expected them to teach us something... But they were technologically clueless.  Or maybe too cool for school. 

So, these kids who were born in the 1980s, when I had a Flock of Seagulls haircut.  They are what we call digital natives, not digital immigrants, like me.  And yet they hadn't heard of Second Life, they read no blogs, they hadn't a Facebook account and they wondered, boastfully, what kind of losers spent so much time online?!

Har-har.

Then when I got home tonight, my lovely widowed neighbour Dorothy asked me to come by and fix her PC.  Dorothy, shall we say, would remember the last coronation.

What was the problem?  She couldn't physically install her new flat screen on her Windows Vista-enabled computer.

Dorothy who once welcomed an exciting new gramophone into her house as a child, is flying down the information superhighway in a Masserati.  My colleagues -- the children of the information age -- are proudly polishing their Robin Reliants.

What does it all mean?

/df