Monday, 12 January 2009

Wires On My Pillow

When I used go to the seaside I'd take a bucket and spade and my brilliant Pentax SLR camera that did exactly what you told it to do and which had a tiny battery that lasted at least a year. And we used to send things called 'postcards'.

Now there's digital cameras that burn power like crazy, mobile phones so you can't escape whatever you've run away from and intrusive email via mobile and laptop.

And is my new digital world a happier place?

In my hut on Koh Chang I look at our bed and my pillow partner is a tangle of technology. There's four different battery chargers, loads of phones and gizmos and a thousand things to go wrong.

Okay so I'm a bit of a technophobe. Like blogging it's all wonderful when it works
but misery when it doesn't.

It's hard though to opt out of the world as it now is. They might all call me a dinosaur!


Johan said...

And a bottle of Chivas. Never mix electrics and liquids. Can go wrong in many ways;-)

MALCOLM said...

At least the old saying " You can't teach a ole dog new tricks " doesn't hold true here , you look like you have adapted well and have moved into the electronic age real good , from the looks of all that gear.
As they say "HANG IN THERE"

The FrogBlogger said...

A Luddite at heart? Know the feeling, hate it at times, but can't live without it any more. I remember the days before fax when the only way you could an urgent written message to someone was by feeding the telex tape into a machine that invariably chewed it into a mangled mess. We weren't any less happy despite the lack of technical intrusions, to my memory. On the contrary...

Thai Girl said...

Shivers Regal... well I was on holiday!

Yes, I'm in the modern era... I know what telex is.

I remember when living in Nigeria it took a telegram telling me I was being offered a fantastic university job in Hong Kong three months to reach me. It got to Lagos instantly, took a few weeks to Kaduna, several more to Zaria and then a blind man with a cleft stick was detailed to crawl backwards to my mud house to notify me of its arrival.

It's a life changing miracle that Hong Kong University didn't give up on me!

Now I really do love email!