Bio-blography
Have you noticed the number of parents now blogging about their children? These blogs are filled with pictures and anecdotes about what their child did today and what they said today. Some have even started to upload the video / pictures of the ultrasound of their baby.
In a way, these children are lucky to have their biography uploaded online day-by-day. When they're older, all they have to do is click on that bookmarked link and they can read about their early years.
For our generation, we have to open dusty cabinets and pull out the albums. We crack them open because the plastic pages have gotten stuck together. The plastic, as well as the pictures, have become yellow with age. The scent of the past makes us sneeze as we flip through the pages. Depending on how diligent your mother was, we would be able to read captions on each picture. Some captions would've been made using that Dynamo tape, while others resorted to writing the blurb on paper and sticking them on the page with masking tape.
The details are sketchy. The captions would tell us the place and date, maybe even mention the name of that kid who stood beside you as you blew the candles on your birthday cake. Your mom would tell you that was your best friend, but you have no memory of him.
You go a generation back, and our parent's memories would be found in scrapbooks, where the glue has already dried up and the pictures fall you turn the page. Some pictures have become so brittle, they crack at the slightest touch. Then there are others who keep all their pictures and postcards in a shoebox. They just have notes scribbled at the back of the picture. The rest of the details is just all guess work.
The kids of today will have their lives catalogued in words and pictures and videos and hyperlinks to the blogs godparents and relatives.
When they get to highschool, they will probably Google the baby-blog of their date and find out that horrible nickname their date once had to endure during their baby-years. Such details then become blackmail-material and conversation-stoppers during that so-called romantic dinner.
Still, I would have loved to read my father's blog about me.
Ah, well...
Anyway, talking about blogs and fathers-to-be, check out:
http://russellmolina.blogspot.com/
Yup, award-winning creative director, song writer, children's book author Russell Molina is finally a blogger. Please click on the link and he'll meet you on Mulberry and Bliss.
Have you noticed the number of parents now blogging about their children? These blogs are filled with pictures and anecdotes about what their child did today and what they said today. Some have even started to upload the video / pictures of the ultrasound of their baby.
In a way, these children are lucky to have their biography uploaded online day-by-day. When they're older, all they have to do is click on that bookmarked link and they can read about their early years.
For our generation, we have to open dusty cabinets and pull out the albums. We crack them open because the plastic pages have gotten stuck together. The plastic, as well as the pictures, have become yellow with age. The scent of the past makes us sneeze as we flip through the pages. Depending on how diligent your mother was, we would be able to read captions on each picture. Some captions would've been made using that Dynamo tape, while others resorted to writing the blurb on paper and sticking them on the page with masking tape.
The details are sketchy. The captions would tell us the place and date, maybe even mention the name of that kid who stood beside you as you blew the candles on your birthday cake. Your mom would tell you that was your best friend, but you have no memory of him.
You go a generation back, and our parent's memories would be found in scrapbooks, where the glue has already dried up and the pictures fall you turn the page. Some pictures have become so brittle, they crack at the slightest touch. Then there are others who keep all their pictures and postcards in a shoebox. They just have notes scribbled at the back of the picture. The rest of the details is just all guess work.
The kids of today will have their lives catalogued in words and pictures and videos and hyperlinks to the blogs godparents and relatives.
When they get to highschool, they will probably Google the baby-blog of their date and find out that horrible nickname their date once had to endure during their baby-years. Such details then become blackmail-material and conversation-stoppers during that so-called romantic dinner.
Still, I would have loved to read my father's blog about me.
Ah, well...
Anyway, talking about blogs and fathers-to-be, check out:
http://russellmolina.blogspot.com/
Yup, award-winning creative director, song writer, children's book author Russell Molina is finally a blogger. Please click on the link and he'll meet you on Mulberry and Bliss.
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