I recently read a complaint written by an older man on his difficulties with technology. I totally agree—me too, in my mid-eighties. Born too soon. I saw a mother pushing a little boy in a pram, three or four years old and not good at walking yet. He had an electrical device in hand, something like an IPod but smaller, a child-like design with bright colors. It had a display screen, and the boy was happily poking around on it as mom pushed him along. Images appeared and were replaced by others as I passed. Amazing. He is growing up with this while I’m still struggling with my cellphone. Will this little boy grow up without desire to play outside, preferring laptop or a mobile that is never out of his hand? Just twenty-five years ago, there were no cellphones. Changes come so fast, or is it only me? My mid-eighties mind seems stuck in second gear. Life ratio has changed; years passed are more than those ahead.
We have a smart TV that’s smarter than I am and offers dozens of options I have no use for. I get sucked into a whirlpool of options once or twice a month and have to ask my wife to get me out of where I’m stuck. She’s never farther than an arm’s reach from her phone with options beyond count. I don’t even know where my phone is. I saw it yesterday, downstairs somewhere.
Microsoft keeps giving me help I do not want. Predictive text drives me nuts. Sometimes alternative words appear in a white box I need to get rid of. There are always new procedures, how and where and when to save things, endless options, formats, fonts—click here, or there. Annoying, but thank God for spell-check and the proper use of commas.
I have one suggestion for Microsoft: make the cursor darker so I can find the damn thing without “mousing” to the top of the screen to be able to see it.
What change would you tell Microsoft to make?