If you ever need to know who was the prime minister in 1960 and you’re willing to wait 10 minutes for the answer, Blair McMillan is your man.
He’ll take his time carefully thumbing through a volume of his vintage encyclopaedia set, donated by a bewildered soul who probably wondered why the 26-year-old father of two couldn’t just get an Internet connection.
The thing is, Blair and his girlfriend Morgan, 27, are pretending it’s 1986.
And they’re doing it because their kids – Trey, 5, and Denton, 2 – wouldn’t look up from their parents’ iPhones and iPads long enough to kick a ball around the backyard.
That’s why their house has banned any technology post-1986, the year the couple was born.
No computers, no tablets, no smart phones, no fancy coffee machines, no Internet, no cable, and – from the point of view of many tech-dependent folks – no life.
As some may recall, I was threatening to do a “1970s week” and live for one week as I did in the 1970s. I was mainly doing it as a mental exercise to see exactly what everyday parts of my life have changed since the 1970s. They’re taking it a bit to the extreme, and it’s costing them some things, like not filling out job applications online. That’s where I’d draw the line. For my ’70s week I would carry on anything work-related as usual.
I guess I’m a bit older because I don’t really futz with my iPad much; when I’m piddling around home I’m usually just watching something on TV, not goofing off on the computer or pad (except for blogging, of course!). I’d rather spend 15 minutes brushing Daisy than Facebooking for the most part. And I don’t use GPS in my car either.
I think they’re going overboard on the music, too, since he could be playing a lot of modern (and vintage) vinyl. I’d opt for listening to the radio, too, despite hearing modern music on it.
But I like the gesture.