Why Your Perfect Nancy Loves Technology: Item 316

Technology, in my non-humble opining, fucking rocks. This is due to the simple fact that pixel molecules can be transformed while in card readers into email molecules after some simple friction and commands. Therefore one is able to make an image, say, in Manhattan, carry said card of images from one point to another and "send off" images, in jpeg format, to one's editor approximately 400 miles away in mere moments.
Previously, as I discussed with subject matter, a person, in the aforementioned images, a photographer had to (and this is back in the day, about two decades and even one decade ago) rush to the darkroom, process film, make contact sheets, select frames and then make prints and then deliver these to wherever the hell they needed to be.
Therefore technology rocks.
I rest my case.
During yesterday's study session in the rearmost table in a subterranean diner near Union Square with me, Philip, Sienna and Beth, we came to the following non-scientific conclusion:
postmodernism, to appropriate what Jim Ramer said on the front steps of Parsons this afternoon, is a slippery fish.
Or what it a slippery something else?
Whatever the hell it is, it's damn slippery.
All.
Love of All.