Jeremy Glass, We Can’t Get Lost Anymore
i’m so sick of seeing people trash this generation for no other reason than that things aren’t the way they used to be. there’s this constant vitriolic stream of people snarling that selfies, check-ins and blogs are the death of culture, and i am bored of it.
the human desire to record and document experience is hardly new. without that urge we wouldn’t have art, music, dance, theatre. the world of electronics evolving around that to give us an even broader scope of options to preserve our unique view of the world and share it with others is a beautiful thing. despite a legion of cynical naysayers constantly shouting otherwise, i’ve not actually become immune to earth’s beauty or my own experiences in it. stop being terrified of change and development and calling it profound.
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Additionally, I’m not losing my sense of adventure every time I Google something, I’m feeding my thrist for knowledge. I have easy access to the most information that humanity has ever amassed, and you want me to not use that? Because let’s be real, my ancestors who had a “sense of adventure” were actually far more restricted in their travel. I can travel more widely and more cheaply than any point in human history, and you’re trying to imply that my “sense of adventure” has died because of the very technology that has made that possible?
Actually, how about this: my “sense of adventure” is tempered by the responsibilities and anxieties I carry far more than Google or check-ins or hashtags. My “sense of adventure” is tempered by the money I have (or rather don’t have) in my bank account. My “sense of adventure” is tempered by what society has taught me about traveling alone at night. My “sense of adventure” is tempered by the fact that a girl from my high school went on an adventure and ended up murdered, and whose family is still seeking justice because of the negligence of the local police department. My “sense of adventure” is the same as my ancestors’ “sense of adventure,” and it not this nostalgic retelling of history.
And how many of these naysayers have actually taken a trip like Steinbeck or William Least Heat-Moon? How many of them have jumped off a bridge? How many of them feel free to benefit from iPhones and Google and cell service and Instagram, but then criticize younger generations for taking full advantage of the world around them?
We can’t jump off bridges anymore because it’s against laws passed by older generations. We can’t take skinny dips in the ocean because it’s against laws passed by older generations, and adventures aren’t a reality for us because they often cost more money than we have. Technology has made travel more cheap and widespread than ever, and we helped destroy it when we weighed an entire generation down with the responsibilities of another.
Last time I checked jumping off bridges all willy nilly leads to a little thing called death as well, just sayin’
Also, if you ever shit on the omnipresence of maps via smartphone or gps device as losing our sense of wandering whateverthefuck, I will personally come vomit in your shoes. I used to be TERRIFIED to drive into a new city or a new part of a city, because what if I got lost? What if I couldn’t find the only street names I knew to get me where I needed to go? Etc. etc. etc. Now? Now I get a bit tense about it, but I’m not scared the way I used to be, because I know that if I get lost all I have to do is pull over, grab my phone, orient myself, plot a new route from where I am, and I’m good to go. If I’m feeling more adventurous or spontaneous, I can wander a bit without checking my map app, but the thing is, when I do that, it’s that I can CHOOSE to be lost now, because I don’t HAVE to be lost. Technology has made me feel safe enough to go on adventures because I now carry a personal lifeline to any information I could possibly need, right there in my pocket.
Also does this dipfuck really think people turn down opportunities to go do fun shit just because they can’t instagram it? Really? Jesus.
I love all the commentary above. Also not to mention that technology has made LIFE more accessible and safer for deaf people, and for people with other disabilities, as well.
Yes to all of this beautiful commentary!
Some years ago I (sort of) realized that I chose my queer/trans identities over my Brazilian identity.
No, let me rephrase. I had to fight- hard- to attain and maintain my queer/trans identities. I needed to be around other queer and trans people. I wanted to listen and learn- how to just be, how to survive, what worked, what to avoid,how to look at the world in a different way, the positives and negatives, and so on and so forth.
And, of course, I was also looking for love- still am. Which, my insides told me, it would be much harder to find in the Brazilian community in Toronto( and yes, I do realize that I might be wrong about this).
I also realized then that I will always be Brazilian. My accent. Word Choice. Choices. Associations. ( Historical) Context. Skin Colour. Music. Culture. Memories. Body Memories. Gestures. What I do when shit hits the fan. How I love. Contradictions. I don’t have to fight, struggle, and learn how to be Brazilian.
Then, sometime ago, some people started to basically tell me that I am “not Brazilian enough”. No.
My portuguese is just fine, thank you very much. I just don’t use it to trash talk people that I know and like , when they are standing right in front of us.
Yes, there is a cultural component there- the one in which we must take advantage of every single opportunity. Good survival technique, that I’m not above using sometimes- but I also hate the negative/unfair aspects of it. Always have, and always will.
And the whole proxemics thing. I like my space, and I like choosing who and when touching happens. I swear, I am not actually that uptight about it.
I am ok with the overly friendly nature of some people- Brazilian or whatever- as long as we both understand that it is a game: we are both measuring each other up, and we are actually not BFFs. Plus, I am generally not a ” warm”or” friendly” person- and plenty of latin@s aren’t.
I am over being oversexual.Or oversexualized.
I do not like displays or signs that a situation might escalate into violence. I can match them, if needed. I can see them as emotions getting the better of people. But I do not thing they are exactly “OK”. Never have.
Obviously, this doesn’t have a neat and clean conclusion. Nothing does.
I sort of miss having a long distance relationship, that is based mainly online. Bad, bad, me.
I’ve been in São Paulo since monday afternoon( 2 1/2 days). So far:
- I have been to 4 different shopping malls. Alright, 2 of them were really small. Paulistas sure like their malls. No wonder: you can do almost anything in them.
- I have been to 2 different banks. The third one doesn’t count because I just hung out in front of it, for hours.
- I have “been” to all four regions of the city. And 3 other neighboor cities ( well, it’s like Toronto- mississauga/scarbrough). I’ve “been” to the old and new downtown core; I’ve been to poor (not miserable) neighbourhoods AND upper middle class ones.
- I already know what the basic plot of all three major soap operas are: a historical drama about the beginings of favelas, a comedy about “the battle of the sexes”, and a drama about human trafficking(?) AND Capadocian people(???).
- I think I will have an overdose of Guaraná. And, chocolate. I don’t EVEN like chocolate!
- I’ve passed by my two old schools. And I am staying at the place where I grew up( it seems so small now). Body memories so far have worked in my favour- like, keeping me from getting lost.
- Brazilians seem fatter. And ugly. That is, until I spent an afternoon in Avenida Paulista ( new downtown core, sort of)- then everyone seemed so beautiful and poetic and amazing! That avenue has a magical pulse of its own, I swear.
- ( Maybe my gaydar doesn’t work in the tropics anymore)
- Transportation is still a problem in Sampa. Trafic jams, not enough buses, etc. However, the subway is fucking amazing.
- The cost of life is high here. The minimun wage is R$678. A single subway pass is R$3.00.
- Starbucks is here. Yes, with beverages between 5.00 and 10.00 reais.
- And Portuguese: I can still speak it!
- And people. I have seen people. People that I know, and who have known me for much more than 6 years. It’s weird.
I’ll write/expand more on those topics once I’ve been here for a while longer.
Herman Munster: You ate a lion while naked.
Grandpa: The lion was naked. It seemed polite.
Grandpa: Edward, stop playing with your food.
Eddie Munster: I will if you will.
He then goes off to watch a drag show. (Over)Heard at a gay (male) bar.
He was talking, of course, about the bill C-389.
And, really, if you use “Taxpayer’s money” as part of your argument, your privilege is showing.
So, does that mean Harry Potter was asexual?
This liquid, if captured and distilled correctly, will either turn into the most delicious alcohol in the world or transmit Sherlock Holmes movies directly into one’s head.
Today’s Fun Fact: Intersex conditions occur in approximately 1 in every 2000 births. Anyone have any clarifying stats to put that in perspective?
Just to clarify: that number is just for intersex conditions that can be identified at birth. Other conditions may not become apparent until much later (puberty, when people want to have kids, etc) or never “discovered”.