I resisted Facebook as long as I could. I finally "joined" because my son Jeremy set up a page for me when I wasn't looking. I must admit that Facebook is actually quite good, and although I don't report my daily activities, I do occasionally check on what my 51 "friends" are up to. (Friend-wise, Jeremy is way ahead of me at 450, but this is not a contest.)
As for a "smart phone", I was determined never to join those rude people who read their email on their Blackberries when they think I am not looking. The amount of time I spend on my email at work is frightening, not to mention that I already check it on my home computer on nights and weekends. So I drew the line—no Blackberry for me.
Alas, my boss finally insisted that I be reachable 24/7 via email. And so I now have a two-week old Blackberry. I have not begun to explore all the things it can do. Just thinking about that gives me a headache. But while waiting for planes in several airports last week, I have to admit it was kind of fun to be connected.
Thankfully, I don't have an I-Pod, and I don't have Tivo.