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tenlittlebullets) wrote2010-07-12 10:38 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2010-07-12 10:38 pm
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On books and computers
Finally getting around to reading all the trashy vampire lit I should probably have read when I was fourteen. On the plus side, being twenty-two means I can down chartreuse while reading Lost Souls. But I'm sure it would all have resonated so much more deeply when I was in high school and being weird and different meant, by definition, rebellion. Maybe it will resonate more deeply once I enter the workforce and discover the world of soulless fluorescent lights and office dress codes. But now it is firmly in the realm of fun and silly and oh god she is writing about my suburb isn't she. (Except she wasn't, because unless I was running with the wrong crowd, or unless a lot changed in the ten years between When The Book Is Set and When I Was In High School, the teenage misfits at my school didn't have half as much sex as in the book. Seriously, I'm jealous.)
Have also come to the depressing realization that my generation is probably the last one to have a mostly-analog childhood. I mean, the computer was there, but it was one more toy in the toybox, and only got booted up when I was bored with Legos and wanted to play Doom. It wasn't a sucking all-consuming center of attention. I'm sure my childhood would have been very different if I could have Googled things instead of looking them up in books, or if I'd been able to kill lazy afternoons online instead of curled up with a novel.
I think I'm going to return to the no-computer-before-dinner policy I tried to adopt during the semester, because the internet has seriously shredded my attention span and I'd like to get it back a little. Not that this is related to the preceding paragraph or anything. And not that I'm freaking out because this is my last summer vacation before I enter the real world or anything.
Have also come to the depressing realization that my generation is probably the last one to have a mostly-analog childhood. I mean, the computer was there, but it was one more toy in the toybox, and only got booted up when I was bored with Legos and wanted to play Doom. It wasn't a sucking all-consuming center of attention. I'm sure my childhood would have been very different if I could have Googled things instead of looking them up in books, or if I'd been able to kill lazy afternoons online instead of curled up with a novel.
I think I'm going to return to the no-computer-before-dinner policy I tried to adopt during the semester, because the internet has seriously shredded my attention span and I'd like to get it back a little. Not that this is related to the preceding paragraph or anything. And not that I'm freaking out because this is my last summer vacation before I enter the real world or anything.