Blue skies, no wind, and a weak spring sun shining down on The Hague -- I came awake, I saw, and I just couldn't get myself to go to the office. Instead, I've taken the day off, and am quietly enjoying it; first by taking a stroll along the beach, then by going down to the harbour and getting some nice skate fresh from the sea for dinner tonight...and now I'm in town for coffee and the chance to catch up on my e-mail, because there's no question about it: I'm addicted to the Internet and the means of electronic communication.
I never would have guessed, back in '92 I think it was, when I took part in my first 'conversation' over Surfnet, that a decade later I couldn't go a day without expressing myself through a keyboard anymore.
I used to write letters to people, page upon page of news. These days, they're lucky to get a hastily scribbled postcard from my holiday address -which reminds me, perhaps I will send in a few belated postcards in the Save Angel campaign- ...but mostly, unless they've got e-mail, they never hear from me. Oh well...at least I don't text.
Because for some reason, my mobile is still a mystery to me. It's got all the latest gadgets (except for the camera, more's the pity), but I hardly know how to use it to make calls. The games, the WAP, the ringtones, the radio...I couldn't care less about these options, and as for texting: I tried it a few times, but I found it far too cumbersome to try and decipher the messages I received back. And if, after a while, I had learned how to read messages purporting to be in English; the ones I got from people writing in what they claimed to be an abbreviated form of Dutch remained deeply puzzling to me. I suppose I could download a texting dictionary from somewhere, but I find it easier not to bother with the whole thing. Hey! It's a miracle I even remember to bring my mobile when I go anywhere. I never switch it on, but I do check my messages once every so often. Usually people telling me to call them back now, and 'now' being 3 days ago.
You want to catch my attention? Send me an e-mail. It works much better!
I never would have guessed, back in '92 I think it was, when I took part in my first 'conversation' over Surfnet, that a decade later I couldn't go a day without expressing myself through a keyboard anymore.
I used to write letters to people, page upon page of news. These days, they're lucky to get a hastily scribbled postcard from my holiday address -which reminds me, perhaps I will send in a few belated postcards in the Save Angel campaign- ...but mostly, unless they've got e-mail, they never hear from me. Oh well...at least I don't text.
Because for some reason, my mobile is still a mystery to me. It's got all the latest gadgets (except for the camera, more's the pity), but I hardly know how to use it to make calls. The games, the WAP, the ringtones, the radio...I couldn't care less about these options, and as for texting: I tried it a few times, but I found it far too cumbersome to try and decipher the messages I received back. And if, after a while, I had learned how to read messages purporting to be in English; the ones I got from people writing in what they claimed to be an abbreviated form of Dutch remained deeply puzzling to me. I suppose I could download a texting dictionary from somewhere, but I find it easier not to bother with the whole thing. Hey! It's a miracle I even remember to bring my mobile when I go anywhere. I never switch it on, but I do check my messages once every so often. Usually people telling me to call them back now, and 'now' being 3 days ago.
You want to catch my attention? Send me an e-mail. It works much better!
- Current Mood:
peaceful - Current Music:'Novelty' - Joy Division
Comments
knw wht u mn w/ d txtng :)
SMS is very big deal here. We've used it to practically topple down the government in 2001. SMS made it possible to mobilise 2 million people in four hours in front of a major military installation.
Freak that I am, I use my mobile mostly for talking, rather than texting.
I'm sure it was a nice day here too, but I was too sniffly and achey to venture out...damn colds...as long as I'm well again on May 11th!
Aww you poor love! Hope you're feeling better by now, and glad to hear your skiing holiday didn't leave you with anything more serious than a cold. Did you have a good time?
May 11th, May 11th...I've just been out window-shopping for clothes, and -more importantly- shoes. The man is probably not going to notice us there in the crowd, due to the footlights an' the rising music and the risin'...music, but still: a girl's gotta make the effort, ain't she?