Technophobia is real for some people

I’ve seen movies and read stories about people, who believe technology will harm them physically. They think radio waves will cause brain damage, electricity will alter their cells, exposure to electromagnetic fields will cause cancer, or other horrible things might happen. Until now, though, I had never met somebody personally who suffers from technophobia.

That changed. My mother’s current live-in care taker definitely has some mental issues related to all things that run on electrical power. I got the first notion of something being “off” about the woman when I asked her for her phone number, so that I could stay in touch. She looked scared when she told me, that she doesn’t want to give out her number. “Bad things” might happen, when people call her. I assured her, that I would only call in case of some urgent matter.

A few days later she said she needed my help with a camera. I said “OK, what’s wrong with your camera?” She told me, that her mother had put this camera into her suitcase and she didn’t want it. She didn’t need a camera, it was dangerous to have a camera around with so many other electronic devices in the house. So I offered to keep the camera at my house while she was here, and then give it back to her on the day that she travels home. She looked relieved and said “I don’t want that camera back, just keep it. My mother gave it to me so that she doesn’t have to have it around.” I see, technophobia runs in the family. “That works too, give me the camera and I’ll dispose of it properly”, I replied.

old digital camera With a certain haste the woman went outside and retrieved a package from behind one of my mom’s big trees. Aluminum foil, wrapped around a black plastic bag, inside of it an old camera – battery compartment empty, no memory card.

Got Wheels?

I got my first driver’s license in June 1975, sponsored by my parents, strictly limited to cars only, my Dad said – even though legally I could have rode motorcycles in Germany with that class 3 license back then. In August 1980 when I had finally saved up enough money to buy my first motorcycle, the law had changed. I needed a new class 1 license for my BMW R65.

Still, at that time there where only 5 different classes of driver’s licenses available in Germany:
1=motorcycle, 2=truck, 3=car, 4=moped, 5=tractor

german driver's license back side Over the years the laws were changed several times in an effort to fit in with the rest of Europe. That resulted in growing confusion, since all older types of licenses needed to retain their validity. The back of my driver’s license lists in detail which ones of the now 15 different categories of vehicles I am allowed to drive.

In January of 2013 we saw another paradigm shift happen – but people didn’t realize what this meant until much later.

Up until that date a vehicle with three wheels was considered some type of car and required a class B license. After that date three wheels meant motorcycle, with a class A1 or A license. To make matters worse, if two wheels are closer than 46cm to each other, they count as one.

Now that spurred some serious creativity!
Yamamha Niken
If you earned your license class B (for cars without trailer) before January 19th of 2013, you are allowed to ride the Yamaha Niken in Germany. It looks and rides like a motorcycle. For the legalities of your older license it is considered a car, though, because the front wheels are far enough apart to count as two. Voilá – three wheeled car!

Ellenator
Also, if you are 16 or older and earned your class A1 motorcycle license after January 19th of 2013, you can drive the Ellenator – which looks and behaves like a car. Since the rear wheels are close enough together, they count as one. Because the engine has been throttled down to 15KW, the moped license is enough. Voilá – three wheeled moped!

Windows 7 Users, beware of Update KB4493132

If you are like me – holding on to old things, resisting change that doesn’t promise tangible improvements, at least within the realm of my personal world – you are probably still running Windows 7 on at least one of your personal computers.

If that’s the case, Microsoft now wants you to buy their newest flavor of everything – because Windows 7 is doomed. They call this “End-Of-Life”, just to make it sound more dramatic. No life will end, though. Not yours, not your computer’s, not even your computer’s software’s. You simply won’t get any updates for your Windows 7 operating system anymore after January 14th 2020.

Remember when Windows 10 first came out? Back then I was introduced to the concept of “nagware”. I spent days searching, just to find out how I could get rid of those stupid, constant messages from Microsoft, telling me I need to have Windows 10 now. I got smarter back then. So, when a new piece of nagware tried to make a dent in my resistance to this latest change, it only took me 30 minutes on Google to learn what’s going on.

Yesterday, when I went to search for updates, and then installed the ones that were “recommended”, my computer had to revert to the previous state – retried the update – restored again – finally came back to life, telling me that update KB4493132 failed to install. That is actually a blessing in disguise! That update is Microsoft’s nagware for the Windows 7 EOL. If it installed successfully, you will receive constant messages about the imminent End-Of-Life for the rest of the year. Maybe even beyond that.

So, next time you do an update on your Windows 7 machine, watch out for this KB4493132. If you already have it, uninstall it – I hope that’s possible. If you don’t have it installed yet, hide it – and make sure it stays hidden.

Keep it simple – a brief Guide to Skin Care

My general approach to life is to not overthink it. I’m keeping it simple, easy, practical, just letting nature run its course, and going with the flow. I realize that this may not be the best way to handle all aspects of everybody’s life on a global level, but I believe it works very well for most of the situations I have encountered in my little niche of the Universe.

Usually I let everybody come to their own conclusions about how to handle things, I don’t give advice unasked for – but when somebody asks for it, I’ll freely share my opinion – keep it simple, don’t overthink it, doing less is often more.
So, when somebody asks me “What do you do to your skin that it looks so good?”, I will thank them for this lovely compliment – and then tell them: “not much.”

Actually, I do almost nothing to my face: I wash it twice a day with lukewarm water (absolutely no soap, or any other additives), and then I apply Nivea Creme lightly to the drier areas (on the cheeks, and around the eyes) without rubbing too much. When I spend a lot of time outside in the sun, I might apply sunscreen on top of that, or try to stay in the shade. I never use any kind of make-up, except during Carnival or Halloween to go with my costume.
German Nivea Creme
If you want to try it for yourself, make sure you get the original Nivea Creme, made in Germany. I import my supply for a year when I travel to Germany for vacation, but you can also order it on Amazon: original German Nivea Creme

Just make sure you are getting the genuine German product, really made in Germany – not Mexico, Thailand, or wherever else.

Rider Genes?

My daughter posted a picture on Instagram today, about her first motorcycle lesson. All geared up and excited. As I clicked on “like”, smiling, I was reminded of my own excitement when I had finally saved up enough money to buy my first motorcycle, 36 years ago.

antique rider gloves
grandpa’s motorcycle gloves

My mother didn’t like the idea of me riding, but she still gave me her father’s old motorcycle gloves, for good luck. I had never met my grandfather; he died long before I was born, but I remember photos of him on his beautiful Indian.

March 1981, BMW R65
BMW R65, March 1981

I knew I wanted to ride, in the front seat of course, when one of my classmates in highschool took me for a spin on his new HONDA in 1974. But, since my parents didn’t support the idea, I had to wait and save money to be able to pay for the licence, and for the bike, and I had to be independent.

I got my motorcycle license in 1980, and in March 1981 I laid down 9,100.00 Deutsche Mark in cash at a BMW motorcycle dealership for this blue BMW R65 with white hardcases.