I have learned more than one new language over the years. 25 years ago I didn't speak English very well and I didn't know much about computers. I typed on a typing machine and the machine had one line of memory. We had to delete a word with tippex or retype the whole letter again when you made mistakes.
Things have changed Now I couldn't live without computers anymore and learned its language as well. I use the computer for my email, chat with family overseas, Google a word I don't know, Print out the directions I find with Google maps and of course to share bits and pieces on my blog and connect to many people in the world. I can still remember how it was though as in the following poem which a friend passed on to me.
A Poem for Computer Users Over 40
A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the father of a goat.
Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bytes.
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A cursor used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3-inch floppy
You hoped nobody found out.
Compress was something you did to the garbage
Not something you did to a file
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for a while.
Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a backup happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider's home
And a virus was the flu.
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens they wish they were dead.