for a while now. God willing, I shall now perpetually blog here:
Have you got any internet-related words that you dislike or can’t seem to take seriously? I sure as hell do, so here are some of them.
Webinar. OK, so I understand that this is the internet. And that the internet is the web. And that sometimes there are seminars conducted over the web, so it’s absolutely logical to call such a thing a webinar. This still doesn’t make this word any better.
Webisode. See above.
To make a blog, to write a blog, wherein ‘blog’ means a singular post. I can’t quite figure out why I dislike this so much, because I see nothing wrong with the expression ‘I blogged about it’. But a sentence like, ‘I wrote a blog about buckwheat once’, makes me think of an epic niche venture discussing all the brilliant varieties of buckwheat and its preparation.
Pinteresting. I’ve only seen it used once or twice. Thank you, God.
And this is not exactly ‘internet words’, just a small rant about… about our general shift of perspective, I guess. Remember those good old days when a phone was just a phone, and a computer was just a computer? Now – and it’s especially apparent in Mac users – it’s an iPhone, or a Mac, or a MacBook pro or whatever it is that they’re all called. You’ve not just dropped your phone, you dropped your BlackBerry, and it’s not a tablet you’re clutching, it’s an iPad.
Admittedly, I do this too. I acquired a Kindle recently, and more often than not I refer to it as a Kindle, and not as an e-reader. Mostly because an e-reader is yet another one of those words that annoy me slightly. I suppose that’s because a reader is a word that’s in most instances used for a person who reads, with exception of school programme texts for a specific level or occasional anthologies.
But I wonder what it says about us as a culture or a society in general. What seems like forever ago, we defined ourselves by being affiliated to a particular political party. Even earlier it was belief or maybe a doctrine, secular or religious. Then it was lifestyle, subculture. And nowadays we’ve reduced ourselves to brands. That’s the only loyalty we acknowledge, because everything else is not politically correct. That’s the only affiliation we admit to, because everything else makes us feel insecure.
This was supposed to be a silly post on some silly made-up words. It’s still a silly post, but writing it made me sad all of a sudden.
I just hope we won’t wage wars in the name of Microsoft and Google.
(Obviously none of the brands mentioned are sponsoring me.)
“So, my unsolicited advice to women in the workplace is this. When faced with sexism, or ageism, or lookism, or even really aggressive Buddhism, ask yourself the following question: “Is this person in between me and what I want to do?” If the answer is no, ignore it and move on. Your energy is better used doing your work and outpacing people that way. Then, when you’re in charge, don’t hire the people who were jerky to you.” -Tina Fey, Bossypants
These are the photos from a different day, when my mother and I came over to settle some remaining matters with gas and electricity debts. This is the last time I’ve seen the house. There are no actual photographs in it here. I concentrated on flowers and neighbouring properties this time around.
Building castles where there shouldn’t be any.
OK, this photo? I was trying to photograph a bird in flight. Not exactly successful. That oddly shaped blob in top left corner, that’s your bird. In flight.
And in this one I’m photographing a resting bird. That little spot to the left of the roof ornament. There it is. You’ll probably have to zoom in.
On our way back my mum and I picked up a lady and what looked like her granddaughter, quite by mistake too.
Let me relay the tale to you.
There was a bunch of people signaling for rides on an intersection. On that intersection my mum and I decided to stop and think which route we’d like to take. The lady mistook our stop as a reply to her signal. She rushed to the car, opened the door, asking if we’re going to Kish. Mother was dumbstruck, and the logical direct dumb me answered, "… yes". They jumped in by the time we realised what happened.
It was odd.
She gave us a dollar when it was her and her kid companion’s time to get off.
We didn’t take it.
(This post originally appeared on my old blog on 14 October 2011.)