I broke my phone a couple of weeks ago, my main connection to facebook. a few folk have commented on the lack of “instagram” photos on their news feeds (‘scuse me, I don’t use Instagram. I’m waaay too hipster for that.)
I used to keep a tumblr of my everyday happenings as a means to help my waning memory. For a long while it worked, until things got a little busy and crazy last Christmas and I have been unable to keep it up ever since. This is obviously even harder now that I don’t have my wee FXCam app to keep me company, to make even the most mundane moments in life look trendy and interesting.
Having said that, part of me is quite happy without my constant connection to facebook. Sure, the wee orange brick I’m using now has an application that claims “internet”, but it’s likely Facebook was still a twinkle in Mark Zuckerberg’s eye when I first began using the colourful flip-phone and I have a feeling it would be a bit of a nightmare to even attempt to load facebook on such a gadget. But I’m really not that fussed!
It’s true that whilst waiting for the train I need to find something else to do with my hands, and I’m certain that was the main contributing factor to finishing “Room” as quickly as I did. But I was quite excited to be using a phone that actually flipped (whilst my inner hipster was screaming “how trendy! how retro!”) and the almost primitive connectivity of the thing was almost…refreshing! I admit there has been one or two occassions where I’ve made the move to pick it up and search out the Facebook icon. But I no longer spend countless minutes reading the same posts about tonight’s dinner or the noisy neighbours, hitting the refresh button at steady intervals. And that must be a good thing!
I do miss popping up the odd photo or constructing what I hope are humourous status updates about things that are happing right at that very minute! But along with my constant need to maintain my life portfolio as it were, came the constant clicking of my camera app (or sneezing as one friend thought it sounded like). I found myself taking about five or six images of the same thing to get it just right. This will partly be due to my interest in photography and graphic designer tendancies no doubt (most hipster sentence ever?). But the ultimate aim was to get it on facebook sooner rather than later. Because of this constant snapping I found myself missing what was actually going on in front of me, demonstrated spectacularly by this shot of Chris Hoy when the Olympic athletes were in town:
Not only did I barely actually see Chris Hoy with my own eyes, but my attempt at preserving him on Facebook failed epically as he bent down to pick something up! Fortunately I managed to “construct something humourous” (oh wheesht, we all do it in Facebook Town) and posted it anyway.
I realised today just how useful it is not to have my camera app on me all the time. I was visiting the family this weekend and today was spent at Grandpa’s house with him, uncle Peter, mum and wee cousin Joshua. We were down at the River Awe under the road bridge chucking stones and making echos. Peter and my other uncle, Brian used to take me and Ailsa here when we were wee (her name is even still scrawled across the wall in red stone!). We were just mucking about and the photographer part of my brain was murmering “get the phone out, take some shots, get ’em on facebook”. But apart from the fact I didn’t have the means to do so, I thought “naw, I’m just gonna enjoy this gorgeous autumn afternoon with parts of my family that I don’t see terribly often and just have fun, thank you very much”. Which is exactly what we did.