The Value of New Experiences by Robin Trimingham
I have been on a bit of a learning binge the last few days. For me this means watching endless “how to” videos on YouTube.
My many interesting discoveries include: how to determine which store has the cheapest price for milk each week in Denver; how to clean and restore a discolored white board, how to transfer photos onto wood or canvas, what it is like to rescue someone from 30 meters down inside a crevasse in Switzerland, and how to make homemade marshmallows.
Looking at this list I do admit that there seems to be an underlying “white theme” to all of these interests but I have no idea why, so I will leave it to the psychologists among you to determine what this reveals about me (g).
Instead I will tell what I learned from all of this: the internet is the be all end all place for bargain hunting, never throw anything away without first checking to see if it can be repaired, there are tons of free art classes available online, skiing off the course is a very bad idea, and just because you can make something at home without chemicals or preservatives does not mean that it is not junk food.
Quite frankly my stomach is still reeling from the four marshmallows I had for breakfast. No, I don’t know what I was thinking because my diet is usually unbelievably healthy, but I saw them sitting there in the fridge and all reason left me. Perhaps the transferring of photos onto wood will go better – I’ll let you know in a future post!
I have also been reading quite a bit about the recent American election. At Olderhood we intentionally avoid political discussions of any nature so rather than express any personal views regarding the outcome, I will comment on the remarkable extent to which the internet has extended the power of perception in events such as this.
I was reading today that “secret” Facebook groups are being used to rally protestors and prolong riots in some areas. That is a somber thought to someone such as myself who has always believed that “the pen is mightier than the sword”; in the age of internet it would seem that in the wrong hands, the pen can in fact become the sword and that the social media bullies who gained confidence by torturing their classmates in high school have just taken their skills to a whole new level.
I can only hope that like my marshmallows, one taste of protesting is enough to convince most people that it is not the way to improve the land of the free and the home of the brave, and that if you are acting without conscience, you are in fact unconscious.
By Robin Trimingham