Well, we’re sort of back. Matilda and I are still around, it’s just that life has gotten more and more busy and complicated and our schedules are a little more out of sync (opposite side of the globe style) so the writing has taken a precipitous decline. In fact, it was only the ping I received from a friendly seeming chap with a seemingly strong penchant for all things nautical who found us by way of researching a note written by The Sister’s Twit, found inside an old tome on English Naval steam ships. What a beautiful world, right?And while I admire these original Sisters Twit for their show of gratitude and habits of drink and rich foods, I don’t know how I feel about their choice of book as a gift. I’m sure there is some inside joke to it that is forever lost to us. Just seems a bit dry. But the best humor always is, isn’t it? *Cue Oscar Wilde style giggling fit*
I thought I would take this minute, though, to pop into the site and greet all those that come this way. It’s funny how the things we put out into the world on the internet sit suspended like time capsules, waiting to be stumbled over by a wandering explorer. WARNING, WHAT FOLLOWS IS A RANDOM DIATRIBE ABOUT CURRENT DAY INTERNET CULTURE. FEEL FREE TO SKIP THE BELOW PARAGRAPH IF YOU HIGHLY VALUE YOUR TIME OR ARE HERE SOLELY FOR FACT BASED ANALYSIS. WAIT, HOW THE HELL DID YOU END UP HERE? NEVERMIND, YOU GOT NOTHING BETTER TO DO. ANYWAY, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED:
Ok, as a side note, we have got to chill out with the documenting and sharing of our lives online! For crying out loud, no one is that important! Are you really going to go back through your timeline and read all the inane and droning things you posted from when you were in your teens or 20’s? I bet you ARE so full you could die after that second apple fritter, Paula! Thanks for sharing! I get that people want to put ourselves out there and share with our friends but you realize someone is saving all of that, right? Like, everything. And I fear for what the future generations will make of us pioneers of the internet era. People from the early onset of photographic technology used to sit for photos with the most stern, solemn expression upon their faces, not because of the duration of time necessary for the image to process, as often incorrectly surmised, but instead because it was rare to be able to obtain a photographic self image, and it was thought best to use that opportunity to represent yourself in as dignified and poised a manner as possible. It’s, perhaps inadvertently, created a visual sense of a generation of people who were either kind of sour and ill-tempered or chronically constipated, but also a generation that seemingly felt a sanctity in the capturing of their image for posterity. Obviously things change, and due to the ease and speed at which we can document and chronicle our existences, the act has become as ready and natural as breathing. But, jesus, have we forgotten the art of editing?! I’ll be surprised if people aren’t posting their colonoscopy images on their timelines by year’s end. “Girl, your duodenum is on point! Fleek! #foodtube” But what do I know? I am literally doing the same thing now. I don’t expect anyone to read this nonsense, but I still enjoy the process of creating the nonsense in a way I would not if I were just putting it in a diary or journal. Even if I am writing to no one in particular, putting my thoughts out there confirms they were real. And they may not be deep, and they may not be funny (constipated much?), but they are mine. It confirms that I am, and one day, that I was. I just think there are more prosocial ways to prove our existence than dumping out soap bottles and whispering on Youtube and sharing our every movement and meal. But you do you. Just keep in mind what goes on the internet, stays on the internet. FOREVER. OK, RANT END.
So, back to my original point…ah yes! That this site sits suspended online and in time, a capsule of interactions from a specific era in my and my sister’s respective lives. I was pregnant with my first child (I made another one, too!) she had three tiny knee-highs that are now brilliant, talented, amazing people-kids (that are closer to shoulder-highs, I’d say, but I’m tall). We are now even farther apart geographically, and sadly to say, with regards to how often we talk and especially see each other. It really is a damn shame. I never thought I would be so far from her, but I also have a rabid independence that has always been part of my psyche. It looks more like dependence now that I am linked with a partner whose work takes us flying around the globe like a ping pong ball in a dryer (which is a god awful analogy because we aren’t traveling inside the surface of the planet nor across the interior core of molten iron. *sigh*) But my willingness to uproot has been in part because I have not often sought the easier path, even when it has rich rewards and is in so many, many ways, well, easier. It is a tremendous regret that my travels have kept me physically distant from Matilda and her fam, the inevitable result being, that we are deprived so many countless opportunities to advance our groundbreaking joint research in perpetual motion as facilitated by our patented laughter-powered tickle machine. The next one will be the breakthrough, Mat! But in addition, we miss so many opportunities to share in the joys and victories and provide comfort in the disappointments as they arise. To see the growth that happens right before your eyes as children awaken each day to the unending wonders that inhabit the world. But, on the plus side, she and her whole posse will be visiting us soon, and it is this lady’s intention to make every minute count!
I will be sure to update after they come, and to start putting up more random blabberings of a woman left to her own frightful devices. Because, why not? It’s for the sake of posterity.