Showing posts with label technology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label technology. Show all posts
Saturday, 14 December 2013
Dream No More
It's been quite a while since I made a post. A lot has happened. A WHOLE lot, probably too much to summarize right now. But here's the important part for now.
I decided to make some changes to my life, to make some plans and actually carry them out. And the first plan was to travel. All my life I've stayed in Edmonton. When I was younger our family went on vacations, but the most exotic place we ever went to was British Columbia. After my Mom died, Dad and I still went on the occasional vacation, but we stayed within the bounds of the earlier trips. Then came my big act of rebellion in my twenties: going to the World Science Fiction convention in Winnipeg with a friend. By Greyhound Bus. It was exciting and wonderful, but world travel it was not. And every night I called my Dad on the phone. It was so good to hear his voice! I worried about him constantly while I was gone.
But now Dad is the one who's gone. He's dead, and it's been nineteen years since that trip. I spent six or seven months crying and wondering if I should still be alive, and eventually I decided the answer to that was Yes. So now it's time to start living, and make one of those childhood dreams come true! I'm typing this right now on a laptop in the departure lounge at the International Airport. In about an hour and fifteen minutes (barring further delays) I should be in the air (for the second time in my life) and on the way to Cancun Mexico for a week long vacation. It's exciting as hell, and absolutely terrifying.
Is this what it's supposed to feel like when dreams turn real?
I decided to make some changes to my life, to make some plans and actually carry them out. And the first plan was to travel. All my life I've stayed in Edmonton. When I was younger our family went on vacations, but the most exotic place we ever went to was British Columbia. After my Mom died, Dad and I still went on the occasional vacation, but we stayed within the bounds of the earlier trips. Then came my big act of rebellion in my twenties: going to the World Science Fiction convention in Winnipeg with a friend. By Greyhound Bus. It was exciting and wonderful, but world travel it was not. And every night I called my Dad on the phone. It was so good to hear his voice! I worried about him constantly while I was gone.
But now Dad is the one who's gone. He's dead, and it's been nineteen years since that trip. I spent six or seven months crying and wondering if I should still be alive, and eventually I decided the answer to that was Yes. So now it's time to start living, and make one of those childhood dreams come true! I'm typing this right now on a laptop in the departure lounge at the International Airport. In about an hour and fifteen minutes (barring further delays) I should be in the air (for the second time in my life) and on the way to Cancun Mexico for a week long vacation. It's exciting as hell, and absolutely terrifying.
Is this what it's supposed to feel like when dreams turn real?
Wednesday, 12 September 2007
I Love The 21st Century!
This is a quick entry, but I just had to share it with you.
Today I'm in the kitchen frying up some bacon, when the doorbell rings. I unplug the grill and rush to the front door as the bell rings again. And who's at the door? Why, it's Mr. Surly Mailman! And he's got a big package for me...
The new computer is here! Yay! So I'm very happy to see Mr. Surly Mailman, even though his expression seems to show that he hates my guts (getting heavy computers delivered in the mail probably doesn't help our relationship). I smile and say "Hello!" He glares at me and shoves the box in my arms, along with a handful of mail on top. Then he says "this card is crap" (refering to one of those "you weren't home so we're holding your mail at the post office" cards that he was filling out in the 40 seconds it took for me to get to the front door), and stomps down the steps.
It take me a few seconds to figure out how I can get the big computer box inside the house without spilling the mail, but I manage to get everything sorted. The new computer is here! Yay! So I put the box down and finish making the bacon sandwich, then sit down at the old computer to look at the Internet while munching.
And the first thing I see is an article about how my new computer is going to be obsolete in three to five years.
Today I'm in the kitchen frying up some bacon, when the doorbell rings. I unplug the grill and rush to the front door as the bell rings again. And who's at the door? Why, it's Mr. Surly Mailman! And he's got a big package for me...
The new computer is here! Yay! So I'm very happy to see Mr. Surly Mailman, even though his expression seems to show that he hates my guts (getting heavy computers delivered in the mail probably doesn't help our relationship). I smile and say "Hello!" He glares at me and shoves the box in my arms, along with a handful of mail on top. Then he says "this card is crap" (refering to one of those "you weren't home so we're holding your mail at the post office" cards that he was filling out in the 40 seconds it took for me to get to the front door), and stomps down the steps.
It take me a few seconds to figure out how I can get the big computer box inside the house without spilling the mail, but I manage to get everything sorted. The new computer is here! Yay! So I put the box down and finish making the bacon sandwich, then sit down at the old computer to look at the Internet while munching.
And the first thing I see is an article about how my new computer is going to be obsolete in three to five years.
God bless the 21st century!
That might sound like irony, but it's not. I do love this wonderful age that we live in, for many reasons, and one of the biggest is the way that so many science fiction concepts seem to finally be coming true. Just think, if this scientist's new technology works out, the hard drives five years from now might contain ten to a hundred times more data then they do now! That's whole lot of zeroes and ones. I'll probably have to buy a new computer.
But somehow I bet it'll be delivered by the same surly mailman. Or maybe a robot mailman that's ten to a hundred times surlier.
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