ok. so i have a mac. and a tv. and a digital camera. and i have a myspace and facebook account that i check every day...i even have a friendster account (i know...i really dont check it, but it exists). i have an iphone that my gmail account sends its emails to every 5 seconds. and i love it. i actually love anything with an i in front of it. its automatically kind of amazing. i want a job real bad... so i can buy a wii. with guitar hero. and a fancy camera so i can walk around the city and take really amazing photos. does that make me a bad person?! eeeeeeee. i hope not. i love you. all this material talk is solely for the purpose and message of this blog. im a good person. i love trees and little dogs.
i was at a party tonight with polaroid cameras all over the place for everyones individual use. i took about six pictures. as they popped out of the weirdest looking thing...i kept noticing a common theme. they look so real!!!!!! like. i feel like i can see or feel the moment in the pics. they are definitely different then anything digital. anything new age. anything today. it made me so happy! i want a polaroid camera now. seriously. its the craziest thing. have we become crazy with all the technology. i mean, yes, we have. its gone above and beyond. and its amazing. but at the same time we are all growing with it. its a part of life now. just as the first camera was. and radio. and tv. and lightbulb, i guess. but its gotten pretty deep. we take pictures now to have a new facebook pic. or whatever. right?! and thats not bad...i mean everyone needs a new facebook pic. i just changed my myspace one. and we are all documenting and sharing...but tonight it was really about capturing the moment. i know my best friend is leaving the country for 7 months and it all became about having this minute remembered for whenever. for me. but this whole digital thought was a crazy modern day realization slash reality realization slash...i dont even know. bedtime. aka trader joes apple slices. then bedtime.
oh my technology.
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