Fear of the internet

 

Dear internet,

in the renaissance, people (the church?) was afraid of people reading. like fiction. that was the premise of don Quixote,that reading would make you go crazy / introduce you to new and scary ideas. I mean in particular reading silently was viewed with great suspicion.

Now universal literacy is considered generally a good goal to aim for.

meanwhile, people are panicking over children/adults consuming too much internet. aka through google, twitter, instarest, snaptok or whatever. Like cool yer jets, old people. Your grandkids will be talking to their grandkids by hologram and virtual reality. A laptop will be as ancient as a telegraph machine. and that’s okay. it’s progress. brains will be rewired by technology just like they were through the printing press.

is it fear of technology or fear of personal obsoletion that drives all thoes think pieces and documentaries warning of the dangers of social media? Because there have always, always been narcissists, now they have a convenient platform upon which to play (and hopefully leave the rest of us alone).

yours,

Daya

Those I’m-not-a-robot images

dear internet,

Sometimes I try to overachieve on those “Im not a robot” log-on thing-a-ma-jigs. It says something like, “click all images with a stop light” and so I click all those tiles but I also click the tiles around it, just in case there’s a little bit of stop light there, too.  Unecessary and usually leads to more clicking but that’s just the kind of overachiever I am.

I walked five miles this morning and am trying to muster up the energy to take a little walk before the sun sets and it rains all day tomorrow.

yours,

daya 

Lovely Sunday Morning in the city

Dear internet,

Let us document this lovely Sunday morning. We got up nice and late at 8:30, ate breakfast and putzed around a little while il bambino ran around doing her thing.

I found the attachments for the vacuum for upholstery and so finally cleaned a month’s worth of crumbs out of the couch, and vacuumed the blinds for good measure while Babbo carried il bambino around to watch this fascinating task in action.

Then we toddled down the hill to get a croissant and a cappuccino, sitting outside in the sunshine on some benches in a parking lot under the trees. Il bambino enjoyed playing with the paper coffee jackets and cardboard cup holder. Were the benches on private property? Who knows. Lovely.

It is the little things that give us the encouragement to keep going with all the coronavirus restrictions, as we enter month nine of probably 18 months of self-imprisonment.

yours,

Daya

Sort of yours and sort of not

Dear internet,

I can’t believe Youtube is a thing. Like music at your fingertips, any song or video you might ever want to watch, is there. Just have to watch a bunch of commercials. And some musicians block their music from youtube. But otherwise, wow.no worrying about scratched CDs or waitng to download music from the worlds sketchiest websites.

Conversely, it’s so hard to copy a CD to your computer these days. And nobody really owns music anymore, it’s all in the cloud and can disappear at any moment. Accessible and yet not really there and not really yours.

yours,

Daya

Heat

Dear internet,

They did it. the apartment management turned off the air conditioning. It was like 80 degrees today. The apartment gets sort of warm from noon to 3 pm. I guess that is the price of living in a building with centralized air. Also DC law stipulates heat has to go on by October 15, and we are at October 8.

I am a curmudgeon. I know this. No apartment I live in can ever be chilly enough. I envy people who wear coats when it’s 65 degrees, while I wonder if it would be weird to wear a sleeveless top.

yours,

Daya