The Internet Saga... Part Deux
I'm just going to come right out and say it: I am addicted to the Internet. I love exploring. I love signing up for new services just to see how they work. I love chatting via IM. I love devouring all my news via neatly organized browser tabs. The Internet is my playpen and I love to play. I am a total nerd.
At first, I was glad to unplug when Brendan and I embarked on our world trip late last May. I had been living and breathing internet technology for years, both in my personal and professional life, and had become bored and cynical and desensitized. I needed a break.
For a while, I happily embraced our weekly trips to the local internet cafe, complete with dial-up connections, power outages, and shop owners who thought refreshing the desktop repeatedly would fix a network crash. When I could get wifi (rare), I cheerfully lugged my Macbook Pro laptop out of its safe little coccoon in Brendan's backpack, but was careful to remaine detached, so as not to become too dependent on a commodity that still isn't available in most parts of the world.
So now that the internet has been successfully set up in the Buenos Aires apartment, I can't get away from it. Here's the thing: in an internet cafe, you're paying by the minute or hour, there are all these other people around, and most of the time the connection is going at a snail's pace. You don't really want to hang out in there. You check your email and get out, for fear that if you visit perezhilton.com someone will judge you.
But now I'm surfing in my underwear on the futon with my feet up in Brendan's lap, feeling as free as a bird. Nobody's hovering behind me, silently willing me to log out of Gmail (thank goodness I married someone who prefers books to websites). Nobody cares if I spend four hours fiddling with the HTML on my newest tumblelog. Nobody thinks it's silly that I'm taking a crash course in All Things Technological that I had to drop out of last year. Nope, nobody minds one bit. I am an internet addict.
But it's also kind of pathetic. So today we're going to the MALBA museum here in Buenos Aires's Palermo barrio for a little less code and a little more culture.
Right after I finish reading Baby Name Wizard.
-Sarah
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More content in the Sarah saga, hmmm...
*adds tumblelog rss to feed reader*
It's nice to take a break from the interent after so long, I realize I can do so many things I'd been putting off. It's strange how something can control you like that. Oh man, I've signed up for way to many things on the internet. :(
I guess your pregnant? Congratulations! That's very exciting.
Wait...I don't think she meant she is pregnant. Or is she? That would be awesome if you are.
So are you pregnant Sarah?
Nope, not pregnant. I just like to play the baby name game and Baby Name Wizard is one of my favorite blogs. My goodness... when I'm pregnant, you'll be the first to know!
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Sooorrrryyyy...I thought you were sneaking that little news in there. Again sorry. I didn't mean to assume anything.
as a freshly married woman (2 weeks as of yesterday), I have LOVED reading all of your entries and relate to so many parts of them, even though my husband and I AREN'T getting to travel all over the world. Some of your entries make me want to pick up everything with my husband and just....GO...for the pure sake of going. Other entries, like this one, :) make me just want to NOT go to work and stay home with my hubby and sit in MY underwear surfing the internet and watch cable. :) Thank you for the pure joy of reading about your life, your travels, and the enjoyment (and trials) of being a newly married couple. Many blessings as you continue on through your travels these last few months to your year!
That is a really good museum. They have some really neat pieces. I went there a lot while I was in BA.
where is celluloid lane in all this? ;)
