one of the things I’ve noticed is the unintended consequences of new technology as it applies to talking to folks and stuff. And the usual life’s little ironies that goes with it.
I’ve been trying to figure out who exactly has been signing on to the site because it obviously extends beyond people who are interested in my Mum and people that know me. I’m not quite so motivated that I’m actually going to track down their IP address, but given the amount of time that my sites have been down it is a bit curious to me.
I was talking to a friend who called to complain that he was wondering what was going on with my Mum because I haven’t posted in some time. I said that you could always have called me, you know. He said, it’s easier to check your website.
I thought about this in the context of a friend who I actually hadn’t talked to in several years, but check into his website to see his latest goings-on. So when we met recently, I felt caught up with him to a certain degree, even though I hadn’t actually seen or talked to him him in several years. I could tell he thought this was a bit odd, and after talking to my first friend I could see his point.
So when I came down to San Diego this time, I made a conscious choice not to check his website. Before I came down and forced myself to talk to him directly, without sending the e-mail or nothing. I found this to be an incredibly stressful thing to do. I mean, can you just pick up a phone and call a friend with no advance notice? It took me exactly 1 week to make the call. Really. The end result was I ended up missing an event that would have been fun to go to.
Contrast that with someone I knew from high school who posted on face book about her dad’s liquor run that he wasn’t supposed to be doing and no one was supposed to know about and the family havok that brought about, and it is easy to see why guys like Dick Cheney steered clear of something as basic as e-mail. You just don’t know where your information is traveling to. Or where it isn’t.
it is this sort of thing that I think about when I sit down to write the things.
