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Catching Up

I realized today that it’s been about a month since I’ve posted anything.  It’s been a somewhat busy three weeks since I’ve been back, dealing with a major work report, as well as a lot of personal issues to sort through and figure out -- both mine and friends.  Then last week a minor root canal turned into a major extraction which left me on the couch with ice packs and pain meds for a weekend. 

After getting back from the US-89 trip, the bike needed to be worked on, so it went into the shop for new tires, a tune up and servicing, and I was able to qualify for my 40,000 mile HOG Miles award.  It’s remarkable that in three years I’ve ridden that bike that many miles – gone border to border and coast to coast.   I’ve been trying to clear my work calendar so I can focus on writing more -- particularly this last trip, and thankfully all I have left on the major project list are my 2008 taxes.

However, as I write this I’m sitting in a lovely room overlooking Hood Canal, in the town of Union, WA at the Alderbrook Resort.  I’m here for a conference of fellow lobbyists.  Well, its more of an excuse to golf and spa and hang out and write it all off – but some work does get done.
I decided to take the bike – it’s remarkable that it’s only a 40 mile ride, even less as the crow flies – yet it feels like a world away.    I booked an hour long massage for tomorrow, and I expect to just sit and relax between a few conference sessions, and enjoy the company of my colleagues.

I took the ferry across from Fauntleroy and headed west – I love the roads along the Sound – they wind and twist and follow the water -- it takes a long time to get anywhere, and it’s a constant reminder of why I live here. 
Riding over here I got to thinking about communication and technology and how things have changed, yet almost come full circle.  My mother was a bit upset that she hasn’t “heard” from me in a few weeks – yet I’ve felt like I’ve been in touch.  What she means is that I’ve not CALLED her.  Like on a telephone.  I’ve chatted with my step-sister on Facebook who was on the phone with Mom at the same time and I said to tell Mom some things  I've talked with my nephew by text who talks to “grandma” all the time and I told him stuff, and I post frequent updates on FB, and text or send picture messages frequently.  But I realized that they Mom doesn’t use any of those tools – heck she checks email maybe once a week!

On this last trip, I was using an old-fashioned leather bound journal to write my thoughts and take notes, while at the same time using my smartphone to post updates on Facebook, text and send pictures of where I was to friends, and then updating more here on Livejournal.  Then I’d take the LJ posts, my text conversations, the pics I took, and write it all up on a laptop and use that as the basis for a book – which will be printed on paper and read by hand, thus completing the circle, but using a variety of technologies to do it.  It is amazing that the pics I take with my cell I can transmit to anyone in the world almost instantly – I can post where I’m at to all my friends on Facebook, and then let the world know later that day everywhere I went on Livejournal, and everyone can share in the experience.  So with all that instant communication, why do we often feel so out of touch?

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ironchefpinoy
Jun. 17th, 2009 08:12 am (UTC)
and there's the rub (pun intended): '... feel out of touch.'

or rather, our need for some human touch (even if 'touch' comes in the form of one's voice) isn't being fulfilled. the senses engaged, even over distance. voice, skin, face...even the smell of someone...more powerful and necessary and primal than any intellectualized, abstracted, processed, digitized, virtual representation of another. distance and absence made more poignant when it's someone you care about...

yeah...i totally feel your mom on this.
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