I have a Former Life (FL) and a Present Life (PL). I make the distinction between them not because I moved from the New World to the Old. Not because my life changed when a long relationship ended. Not because I raised a child who left my nest. Not because of any ordinary milestone event.
I emptied my cache and clicked the refresh button on my life.
I live in Paris, where I’ve wanted to be my entire life, and I spend most of my time at my computer. But if it weren’t for my computer, I wouldn’t be here in the first place. I didn’t meet Vincent online, but we conducted our romance over the Internet for nearly a year before I got here. My novel, my art, my photos, my poetry, my 3 blogs, my website, my e-mail, Francophilia, my work—my brain, essentially—is in this computer (or on the Internet by way of this computer).
I have a number of good friends I’ve known for as long as 20 years who just don’t get it. In fact, I get the distinct impression that some of them have sincere concerns about my mental health. None of them have websites or blogs of their own. Not one! I created my website, and later my blog, to stay close to these distant friends, but it didn’t happen. Realizing they wouldn’t be following me through the looking glass was very painful, but I survived the five stages—and I really did go through them (here’s some denial)—and moved on.
There was a great article today in Le Monde 2 (the French equivalent of the NY Times or LA Times Sunday Magazine). Today’s edition was the annual special high-tech issue. The article was written by Claire Ulrich, a brilliant journalist friend of Vincent’s and mine (whom we met because we blog.) It’s entitled Plus belle, ma vie en ligne, and it’s all about just how rich an online life can be. Of course, it’s like anything else; what you get out of it depends on what you put into it:
Les plus grands bonheurs de la vie en ligne, ce sont les rencontres, les conversations passionnantes et les amitiés tissées autour des blogs, avec des êtres humains enfin débarassés de la quincaillerie des conventions, de l’âge, du physique et des hormones, du décalage horaire et de la distance.
[The greatest joys of online life come from meeting people, from impassioned conversations and friendships built around blogs with people who are no longer hindered by convention, age, physical appearance and hormones, time zones and distance.]
She’s right. The extraordinary people I’ve met from all over the world who do relate to my lifestyle have essentially replaced my FL friends. My online friends are more interested in what I think and do and feel these days. They’re far more communicative than my FL friends, and you know what? They get me. And I’m thrilled to be able to read their blogs and peek into their hearts and minds, to laugh and cry with them, to share. What are friends for, after all? Plus, these people know how to subscribe to my blog—and they do.
I asked my francophile friends, both FL and PL, to help me with Francophilia testing before it launched. My FL friends all knew this was something I’d wanted to do for a decade. But guess who showed up.
The article is beautifully written. Claire has somehow managed to retain a sense of wonder that most people have lost by the time they hit my age, and she makes you feel about the Internet the way Dorothy felt when she first gazed on the Emerald City. It will make you laugh and cry, so if you have the chance, pick it up. It’ll be on sale till tomorrow afternoon.
Vincent’s and my online love story is mentioned in the article! But ironically, not even the annual high-tech issue of Le Monde 2 is published online. So if you want a copy of the article, let me know and I’ll send you one. But don’t be expecting paper.
Glad my Lost Orgasm post make you laugh Pam ;-)
And I’d love to receive a copy of the article.
You know, with so much of our lives “being on” or being conducted via/through the internet, “losing a connection” can be very disconcerting.
Last week my cable line went dead. I was right in the middle of an urgent banking transaction. The phone lines to my ISP were jammed (“we’re sorry, we can’t take your call”). Unfortunately, I dropped my back-up internet line since my main connection proved stable.
That appeared to be a mistake, as it took ages to get this connection back up.
I started wondering what would have happened if my connection were to have been disrupted for a week.
And really, it horrified me how much damage that would have inflicted. Visiting a local internet café couldn’t have solved the issues.
My local choices are residential cable (10 Mbps is fun, as long as it doesn’t break down in this town suffering from countless roadworks) or DSL. Fiber with an expensive SLA is way too expensive.
‘Coupé, ma vie en ligne’ sure wouldn’t have been fun.
But it does happen: I’ve read stories of people losing their line for over a week.
Let’s keep our fingers crossed.
[off topic]
[typing with a runny nose and a box of Kleenex]
The seasonal bugs finally caught up with me though: those tiny pieces of venom that turn one into a live fountain, desperately in need of more Kleenex.
I just sprayed some Xylometazonline, swallowed more Acetaminophen than I should have and laced it all with a generous dose of, well, something with a name that seems to crash my spell checker.
Must close, my runny nose is messing up the keyboard :-)
“I emptied my cache and clicked the refresh button on my life.”
pretty funny my french sucks though.
Beautifully written…
Indeed, beautifully written. And now, on to FL (future life). Can t wait to see it unfold for you, Pam:)
Okay, you’ve got me thinking about Catch & Release v2.0 now. Is starting over fresh and inventing yourself anew a fantasy that is characteristic of humans in general, or is that something peculiar to Americans or perhaps its a 20th/21st century dream?
Hi PEter. Our wi-fi box, which we get from free.fr, went into a loop reboot for about 15 minutes the other day and Vincent and I were standing there totally panicked, staring at the box and watching the display blink and stop and blink and stop, looking at other with terror in our eyes… It was too pathetic!! There might be a Geeks in Love on that one…
Bonjour Pamela, I just… subscribed :)
AMEN.
I wrote about something similar awhile back, not as grand and brilliantly as you, but I get it, relate and feel the same way. :)
http://kysstherayne.livejournal.com/7677.html
Bonjour Tilly. Thank you! I subscribed to your blog too. It’s very eclectic and energetic! I was so touched by Le Fou d’Amour and Imagine. Are you a writer? I created a separate blog (Everyday Splendor) for those moments of beauty and poignancy that I wanted to try to capture. I thought they needed their own place. It was inspired by Bonheur Occidental, which I cannot recommend highly enough (both links in my sidebar). Nice to meet you and looking forward to reading LBdT.
Hi Claudia. I read your similar post and commented on it (as you know). It seems to be a common story! I finally had time today to spend some time on your blog and I really enjoyed it! I love the quotes, especially the Bukowski stuff. The TV show exchange was hilarious (How not to get laid)! I think you would really like eyeheartinternet–click Sassy’s link in the comments above. See you around.
Pamela, you make me blush! No, I am not a writer …
I am working in a very technical environment, with English-mother-tongue colleagues who are technical writers. Writing in my language is my leisure, my pleasure… Writing small bits and pieces in French is the counterpart to what I have to write daily in “international English”. Voila !
I read in another note of yours that you prefer to write than to speak on the phone. Well, that’s exactly the same with me; I am of the same kind ;)