Life on the internot.
Life on the inter-Not
For the last 2 weeks I have been living on the inter-Not. I have to be honest and say that, at least for me as an expat it pretty much sucks.
So just what is the inter-Not? It is that gray fuzzy realm somewhere between being connected and not being connected. It is finding out that for at least the next few hours, maybe days, your download rate will be less than 12 kbs. Blistering speeds for sure, if it were 1990 and Windows and Mac were just a dream.
I am reminded of my first computer the proud TI99. It had a mono tape cassette player as its only drive and it took a very long time of listening to what sounded like a fax machine handshake,,, lol most of you probably have never heard one,,, to load a simple text based game. That was the only thing computers were good for back then, although I did write a program that diagnosed diseases in saltwater fishes and suggested various cures.
But life in limbo is much like being on your way to get something. You have left but not yet arrived. You are pretty sure it will be there, but not certain if it will, or even certain what it is.
Of course life is going on all around you and you can dip into it or even amerce yourself in it, but it isn’t your life and it is as much an illusion as fact. It isn’t being conducted in your language and, while you understand much, you don’t understand the intricacies, the finer points and the little details are just out of reach.
We tend to sit in the sidelines and watch rather than being a full player.
Everything is a bit more distant because I will soon be leaving this world of sincere madness. In only 8 days I will return, if briefly, to my homeland.
I haven’t been there for 6 years with the exception of 1 month in 2009. Even then I was in such a hurry that I saw very little. I wonder how much it all has changed? I doubt that it has changed for the better.
This time, again, I will be in a great hurry and plan to depart in a very short while. Just enough time to say hello to people I love, to hug my mother and father, maybe squeeze in a lunch with friends. Then I will be off again to another world, another foreign landscape filled with strangers.
But for now I can only try to force my little portal to connect to all of those things that we depend on.
My family, friends, bank, credit cards, government and even the airlines that will carry me are all 404 errors; “Life not found”.