The real problem with plastic bags
I am more than my data
At my local harbourside pool for a swim I saw a man commit an act of disrespect to the environment. Innocent, naïve and unaware I am sure he did not even realise his infraction.
As I waited at the reception window to return my locker key he walked past me. He walked purposely but slowly, dressed in grey suit pants, a striped business shirt, coifed in silver streaked hair neatly combed following his swim.
Touristy me #2 - a bus view of Barcelona is not enough
Who are you in a digital world? Are you the collection of data from all your accounts and devices? Or are you a pattern in an algorithm honed over daily observation you unknowingly opted in to?
Will an algorithm applied to a question know more about who we are than we do ourselves?
Touristy me #1- a visit to Barcelona
Tourist update two. Yes I am travelling by myself at the moment, have the lap top, and feel like writing.
I am in Barcelona and love it! The kind of love where I fall back in my hotel bed, smiling, kicking my feet in excitement like a little girl let out of school. I am just so excited to be here.
Because of me can be a should or not
I am sharing here a bit of a travel post for a change. Not my normal blogging mode but what feels right. Plus I am travelling with my laptop and truly enjoying sitting in a cafe and writing in another country.
You don’t know me, only I do, or do I?
"You know you burn more kilojoules when it’s cold”, the voluptuous woman said as she undressed next to me in the local pool changerooms. “Well at least that’s what I think.”
“Really”, I enquired not having cared about kilojoules for a long time even though I am equally as voluptuous.
Getting lost in fear
You only know as much about me as you see and hear. You do not know what goes on inside of my head, my every thought, notion or whim. No the private world is private for a reason.
In revealing or sharing there is always the filter of conscious choice.
Sometimes I feel and take on the unloving of others. I feel it in my being, it reverberates and takes over. I lose a sense of self, awash in the whirlpool spinning me around and around. I look up for air but seem to have no control.