May 06, 2002 : making private history
Today was a productive day. A logo design process is now down to three, and my mother and I had ourselves a regular moon landing.
I like it when technology mirrors great historical events...like when my mom duplicated what happened in a room in 1968 when bits of information could be transmitted between 4 universities out west. It was the day she sent her first email. Or when Watson heard Bell in the next room in June 2, 1875, just like my mother sending her first instant message. Unbelievable the fact that I could sit in my Mountain View office building and carry on text conversations with her. Or today, when she heard the astronaut talking from the moon..."One small step..." and a delay in transmissions. I said, "Can you hear me?" And she frantically typed "yes!" several times on the screen...she could hear me through her speakers. She quickly hooked up the mic to her new computer, and we were off...
Thus we made our own private historical moment. And now it is already easy, accessible, and duplicable. Technology at our fingertips. What is one day so unbelieveable, the next day is mundane. Though my mother keeps this spirit...and it is good to have around. This steady awe at communicating through her telephone...getting images, airline tickets, or checking the balance of her bank statement.
For this I am grateful. I should like to stay in awe of the internet and all of its capabilities. I see myself so dulled by it at times and so struck by it at others.
Maybe I can stay struck.
On a parting note, I could talk about the death of a politician, but since I don't know all of the details, or the goings on, I won't go much into it. One thing though, when you see a picture on the screen in front of you of a dead man in a suit with a bloody head...spawled out on his back as if resting...its a little un-nerving. They like to do that here. Photojournalism. Hands-and-feet-in-rubble sort of photos. Lives ending as easily as they were borne.
IN THE NEWS:
Right-wing Dutch politician Pim Fortuyn, whose anti-immigration party stunned the public with its strong showing in local elections last March, was shot six times and killed Monday as he left a radio interview.