Blog, that is.
Then again, I said I wouldn’t do a lot of things:
Yeah, so I tend to dig my heels in when it comes to new technology. I own all of these items now (well, the last one was a gift), so I guess I come around eventually.
In university, my friends joked that I was so behind the times. More than behind the times. Before my brother generously gave me his old iPod a few years ago when he upgraded, I was still carrying around a discman. Well, I didn’t carry it around too often for obvious reasons (i.e. social embarrassment). I ran without music in my ears and struck up a lot more conversations than I do now with people sitting beside me on buses and trains.
I signed up for facebook on the last day of undergrad – my attempt at doing something “dramatic” to celebrate this significant day, something that my peers had persistently pressured me to get for four years, and here I was, finally giving in and making it a much bigger deal than it deserved. In hindsight, the timing wasn’t so great either. With two weeks of exams still to study for, I had to fend off a new and highly potent form of distraction that normal students who got fb in first year had already learned to (somewhat) manage.
The next year when I moved to Victoria for my Master’s program, I capitulated and got a cell phone, after realizing my mom, like usual, was right. My landlord would likely not have a phone I could use for long-distance calls and it was time for me to become more “connected.” The Telus guy looked at me incredulously.
“Seriously? You’ve never owned a cell phone before?”
“Nope. Is it really that weird? I’m sure you’ve seen other people like me before?”
“Yeah, I have. It’s just that they’re usually over 65.”
Considering this history, I suppose it was kind of ironic I chose a title for my blog that has such strong associations with cell phones . . .
textingthecity started a year ago today because of 2 things:
1) the anticlimactic moment after defending my Master’s thesis and realizing, “hey, I still really love my topic and want to keep talking about architexture – who can I talk to?”
readers, thanks for letting me talk with you!
2) boredom, needing something to fill my time between sending out resumé after countless resumé
And guess what? I’m really enjoying this blogging thing. For someone who associates the day she got a cell phone with the word “traumatic,” I’ve come a long way. (In my defense, it was a smart phone, okay? to go from nothing to that was mildly overwhelming). And my favourite part? The community of people and their words, art, and interests I’ve been gratefully introduced to.
A brief look at where textingthecity has been:
It was born in Victoria in a yellow room.
It travelled to Ottawa and New York to follow Mondrian and learn a lesson in expectations and reality.
It relaxed in Hawaii’s pacific waves.
It vicariously went to London through the hopes and heartbreaks of Olympic athletes.
It frequently returns to its home base of Vancouver, through such characters as a feline hotel guest and storytelling windows.
For this coming year of blogging, I hope to feature more examples of urban art, literature, and architecture outside of Vancouver, whether or not I actually travel there myself. So yes, I hope to change it up a bit more on here . . .
That being said, some things will never change. Like my firm resolution to never get twitter.