Have ya'll heard of this yet? I hadn't until I had. Web 2.0 is the next generation of internet communication and refers to an update in the systems/programs that allow for online interaction and conversation. It is not a complete updated internet, like the name suggests.
As a member of a generation where I knew how to use a computer before I did a microwave this update didn't strike me as odd. Who doesn't know how to IM or blog? Who doesn't know Facebook, MySpace, or Live Journal? Even simpler, who doesn't e-mail? But then a broader area of my mind took over, thank the maker, and I realized that we are in a very interesting stage. We have four distinct computer generations with us. We have Generation One (G1) which has no idea what a computer is, how is works, and doesn't want to know either. We have G2 which didn't grow up with a computer but because the demand in work place and home life is so great they have forced themselves to become Tect.

So, generation established I think our societal direction along with these generations and Web 2.0 is interesting. G1 will eventually be gone. It will be a task to find someone who doesn't know

Honestly, I am disappointed that handwritten communication is going by the wayside. I enjoy pen and paper. I still write all first drafts in that form. I enjoy walking out to my mailbox and seeing a letter in there with my name on it and I enjoy loosing my eye sight to badly formed letters that even a computer couldn't read.
Web 2.0 a quest for efficiency but assisting in a lost history.

So despite all our trying to be different, the kid and I are quite similar. Picture one: her close to the camera. Picture two: me close to the camera, at different times of course. Picture three: Goofy us. Picture four is another attack. This time I tied her to a cat carrier. Ah, we always have so much fun. And trust me, we were laughing the entire time because she said I okay when I told her to lay on the floor and put her head in the carrier and then let me tie her us. She is in fact a lot stronger than I am.