Some days I feel like a dinosaur. This is especially true when I talk technology with my children. Living in an on-demand, digitally-delivered world, my kids just raise quizzical eyebrows at descriptions of quaint technologies from my own school days, such as computer punch cards and “corrasable bond,” the glazed, erasable paper that helped a generation of fumble-fingered non-typists turn in readable school essays in those dark days before the invention of the delete key. “What is she talking about?” It’s all ancient history to my kids, and it doesn’t really connect.