You Show Me Yours

I think in many ways Mark Zuckerberg is right. Who needs privacy in the Internet age? I've tried many times to state how hard it is to actually make anybody look at anything on the Internet. The idea of keeping one's image or activities off the Internet seems either like misplaced vanity or perhaps insanity. Like, honestly, who gives two craps about your life? Really. Unless you're a candidate for the current media paparazzi, who is going to seek you out? Save for a few friends, nobody in the world cares.

Perhaps, it's just that I've always longed for a stalker. It seems I've never been interesting enough to attract the attention of one. Damn!  Regardless, I love having stuff online. I love the possibility for having a conversation via email or Facebook where I can point to facts. I love being able to document lots of stuff I've done via a simple URL.

There's hardly a conversation I could have where I couldn't point to a blog entry or an image for clarification. I have a great deal online. For example, as I get older I realize how temporary things in life are. I wish I had many more examples to draw from, but things weren't always so digital for someone born in 1959. Yet, if we are having a conversation, I want to be able to draw from my experiences. I want to be able to demonstrate anything about me. I know, it sounds a little egotistical. Okay, I'll acknowledge that my favourite subject is most always, myself!



Talk about my grandmother and wherever we are, I can pull up a photo (as long as there is WiFi). I love this self-portrait I took with my paternal grandmother as an adolescent. It was a timer shot. Her name was Ina Hurd and here we were in Stoddard, New Hampshire at the summer cottage of my other grandmother, Emily Osgood. I cannot say for sure which year this was taken, but it was mostly likely in the early 1970's. I love the light and colour of this image which was originally on a 35mm slide.