So this new “The World is My Oyster” map thing I’ve recently added to the top of my page is pretty cool. I just noticed that someone from Bulgaria visited. That makes me a little nervous actually. The first thing I did was read over my last several posts to see if I wrote anything potentially offensive. I would never do anything like that on purpose but being a “foot in mouth” kinda girl, I figured I should check.
I think I’m OK. Hopefully.
It’s pretty amazing how technology can link people from all over the world. And so quickly. I can read about a girl’s educational struggles in Pakistan one moment and the next be reading a hysterical comic strip about fish.
This not only opens our world to different people and different cultures, it allows us to open ourselves up to a very broad range of interests. I can enjoy satirical blogs full of dry humor and wit, I can learn more about life in Africa, I can see pictures of vacations taken all over Northern Europe, and I can learn about other Peace Corps volunteers and how their lives are changing.
I’m able to cater to every different aspect of my personality and life with just a few clicks of the mouse. No matter my mood, no matter the time of day, no matter the topic, it’s all there. At our fingertips.
The world is a big place and we have so short a time to experience and enjoy it.
I can’t wait to really get started.
-Age
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Thursday, April 1, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Winky Face
I don’t want to be one of those girls that complains about how fat I think I am so people will say:
“OMG, Adrienne, you are not fat.”
Cuz, while I’m far from skinny, I can do the “10 second stare” in the bathroom mirror right before I hop in the shower (this isn’t a ritual or anything – I just read somewhere, Cosmo probably, that a confident woman should be able to do this without crying or throwing up).
Despite this, I feel like I’m skinnier through technology. Just like when someone’s IQ goes up by dyeing their hair brown, I get thinner through text message, Facebook, blog comments, etc. I just type away like a size 2.
I could text message in skinny jeans. Update my status in one of those long hippy dresses without it looking like my grandmother’s muumuu (my grandmother doesn’t actually wear muumuus, she prefers t-shirts with cats or puppies on them as some grandmother’s do – but you get the visual). I could comment while lying on my stomach at the beach in a bikini and not once think about what my butt looks like in such unforgiving lighting.
I think I want to have a t-shirt made that says:
“I text like a skinny person”
or
“Does having over 100 friends make my facebook look fat?”
Or
“Just the salad, please. I’m a blogger.”
I’m not skinny in all media’s, however. Over the phone I’m that creepy guy that walks his tiny dog at midnight in a grey sweats and a hot pink beanie. Over email I’m prudish and don’t even get me started about faxing!
Don’t hate me cuz my butt looks good in these tweets.
“OMG, Adrienne, you are not fat.”
Cuz, while I’m far from skinny, I can do the “10 second stare” in the bathroom mirror right before I hop in the shower (this isn’t a ritual or anything – I just read somewhere, Cosmo probably, that a confident woman should be able to do this without crying or throwing up).
Despite this, I feel like I’m skinnier through technology. Just like when someone’s IQ goes up by dyeing their hair brown, I get thinner through text message, Facebook, blog comments, etc. I just type away like a size 2.
I could text message in skinny jeans. Update my status in one of those long hippy dresses without it looking like my grandmother’s muumuu (my grandmother doesn’t actually wear muumuus, she prefers t-shirts with cats or puppies on them as some grandmother’s do – but you get the visual). I could comment while lying on my stomach at the beach in a bikini and not once think about what my butt looks like in such unforgiving lighting.
I think I want to have a t-shirt made that says:
“I text like a skinny person”
or
“Does having over 100 friends make my facebook look fat?”
Or
“Just the salad, please. I’m a blogger.”
I’m not skinny in all media’s, however. Over the phone I’m that creepy guy that walks his tiny dog at midnight in a grey sweats and a hot pink beanie. Over email I’m prudish and don’t even get me started about faxing!
Don’t hate me cuz my butt looks good in these tweets.
Pic borrowed without asking from here
-Age
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