I was just thinking about how last time I was in Korea no one was using Twitter yet and people I knew were just starting to use Facebook. Instagram wasn’t a thing. Tumblr was, but I didn’t know anyone using it.
No one had a smartphone. Or a tablet. Wifi wasn’t everywhere because there was no need for it to be everywhere. We weren’t nearly as connected in 2007 as we are now.
My blog, emails and Skype calls of the shittiest quality (so bad that video was pretty much useless then) were the only ways I could share my experiences. It usually meant taking photos and notes and waiting for a block of time when I felt like uploading photos from my camera and sitting down to write out blog posts lengthy enough to actually be blog posts.
Now, I can share on the fly. In real time. And with pictures or videos, no less! Quickly, easily, and from just about anywhere as Korea is rocking the WIFI IN ALL THE PLACES thing.
It’s both wonderful and strange.
There is a bit of a downside to all this sharing shizzle though, I think. Even when I was here in Asia seven years ago, I was thinking then about how much of the mystery – the romance, if you will – of travel has dissipated. With how much easier it is to get a flight these days than it was 50 years ago, it’s much less strange to know someone who’s travelled most of the way around the world.
And now with the changes to how we communicate, I feel as though we’ve lost even more of that mystery. Gone are the hand-written journals. The long letters sent home that would take months to arrive. You might still get a postcard these days, if you are lucky, but you’re more likely to get a Snapchat of someone pulling a duck face on a beach somewhere.
Borders are blurring as more people share their experiences more often, with more immediacy, with a much broader audience.
LOOK AT THEIR FACES.
I love this picture so much. 😀
I am FINALLY going through all my photos from last year and trying to get them uploaded. This year I’m going to try my best to a) take more photos and b) upload them regularly. Because uploading this many photos is NOT FUN.
Anyway… I found this picture in amongst my May photos from 2011…
24/12/09 - It's me Robert. I am seven on Christmas. My dad is poo. Merry Christmas.
I was with Eva in a pub near Black Friars Bridge that day. We had been just roaming around London and then stopped for lunch. I seem to remember that the food was okay and the ale was lovely. They had a guestbook lying around, and this entry was just one of many. It made me wonder about this poor 7 year-old kid, in the pub with his old man on Christmas Eve.
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>I’m having trouble these mornings getting up. Mostly during the week. Read into that what you will.
I commute for about 40 minutes to an hour, and 25 minutes of that is walking. Which isn’t a bad commute, really.
This morning it was making me grumpy though. Doesn’t matter if the journey is tolerable if you aren’t happy with the destination. On top of that there were no seats, the weather was bleak and I hadn’t had any coffee. A recipe for the grumpies, really.
So in a sour mood I got off the train at London Bridge. And on the platform was a little boy wearing a plastic knight’s helmet and scowling even more than I was. Which made me smile big – I nearly laughed. Just the ridiculousness of the helmet, the facial expression and the location: Perfect. I loved him in that moment… he was made of pure awesomeness, the impetuous little bugger.
And after seeing the li’l knight… the sky didn’t seem so dour and suddenly I could wait for coffee. And despite things not being great in all aspects of my life right now (read: work, boys, money, etc), I really need to remember that if the sight of a kid in a helmet is enough to pull me out of my morning slump… life ain’t that bad, kiddo. Life ain’t that bad.
>So I checked out the website I Write Like, where you pop in a sample of your writing and it tells you who you write like. Interesting.
And I popped in a short story I wrote (Fair Acres) and it came up with….
Which I’m very happy with. But I thought it would be cool to try a different kind of story. So I copied and pasted Fallen into that bad boy, which gave me….
Which is pretty fucking ace. But you know… those were short stories. I wonder who it would spit up if I just went ahead and had a blog post analysed? So I thought I would toss in a sample from my favourite blog days back when I was in the toilet paperless land of Aurghville. This time the site awarded me with….
Who I have to admit I don’t really know. But I’m going to check him out because obviously he’s fucking hilarious and awesome. But now I’m kind of addicted to this game (but don’t worry… I’ll grow bored of it soon) and want to give it one more go. I thought I would use a “serious” blog post (it does happen!) and so I fed it my post on commuting. And I got David Foster Wallace again. I really need to start reading that guy…
>On the way home tonight my music was all of a lovely instrumental variety that I wasn’t overly familiar with. I was listening to it and leaning next to the train doors, looking out the window and watching London slide by. And it was lovely. Because there were no words it felt like it was just ambient music for a film… adding just a wee bit of mood to give some colour to the journey home after a long day.
>I just finished reading a book called “Errornomics – Why we make mistakes and what we can do to avoid them” by Joseph T. Hallinan. Hallinan is a Pulitzer Price Winner and I wonder if he knows that he shares his surname with the cook in The Shining.
The book was good. Some interesting information. Like all books that deal with micro-economics (and moreso those that deal with people’s brains) you have to be wary of their bias towards, you know… proving their point. Still, interesting.
There was something at the end of the book that I found particularly interesting. I just completely killed the spine of the book (iz mine, I pwn it, I can haz spine bust if I want) in order to share with you guys the last bit of the book. It is paraphrased from pages 220 and 221:
“The currency of life isn’t money, it’s time. When people make major life changes, like moving ot a new city or retiring from work, one of their biggest mistakes is not changing the way they use their time.
It takes determination and discipline to re-craft a life — which is why … so many retired people end up going back to work. The mistake they make is that they spend their time doing the same old things they’ve always done and not the new things they thought they were going to do. [I]n the end … it’s not where you live that makes you happy; it’s how you use your time.”
I think I’ll blog about this more later. I’m thinking about this right now though. About time. You can always earn more money, but time is in limited supply. Am I doing the most with what I have?