This is my MacBook Pro taking a picture of itself in the mirror.

I wake up to the beep of my cell phone alarm, I fall asleep to the amplified MP3s on my iPod Touch. My days are filled by digital accomplices to keep things running smoothly. On a daily basis I use my MacBook laptop computer, a Razor cell phone, iPod, Nintendo Wii and Television. Each of these things provide a different service, I can call and text on my cell. I play games, listen to music and keep notes on my iPod. I surf the web, do homework, email and use Photoshop on my laptop. Without these technologies my life would be different. Contrary to my mother’s belief I would still be able to function, however I may sleep too late, be bored on the bus and miss homework assignments.

Because my life is integrated with so much technology I consider myself to be digital, my Nonna (grandmother), on the other hand, is analog. Her house has a lack of “damn gadgets” ,as she calls them and therefore carries out her days differently than I. For instance, while I look up recipes online, she looks through her trusted cookbooks. When I wonder what time it is I pull out my phone, she glances at her wrist watch. The difference is not a problem unless my Nonna wants to check her email, which she cannot do without help, or if she wants to know what a “tweet” or “myface” or “Spacebook” is. Things that I use everyday without issue she has trouble understanding and that is because she is not digital.