I decry the loss of privacy through the immediacy of today's communication technologies, such as SMS.
So, I don't have a handphone.
I do enjoy the occasional access here in Indonesia to what is known as Information Technology.
So, when I ask Google a question I can sometimes get an answer within seconds.
I may not have much to say, but IT lets me say it.
So you get to read it.
I may not know who you are, but I don't have to know.
So what?
So blogging is writing for the unknowns. In which case, I feel, there should be a relevance to an imaginary readership. However, if you don't care for what I have to say ~ let me rephrase that, if you don't have a particular interest in reading what I write, you should have navigated away by now.
So why did I bother to read about the 'new' phenomenon of blogging about babies? Who, other than grandparents, can possibly find them of interest? Inevitably, in the USA, there are doctoral theses being written using words such as 'empowerment'. "It's a pretty powerful thing for a lot of women and, it would seem, for a lot of men too."
Jolly good, but I won't bother to read them and neither will the Diamond Geezer.
He, and probably you, won't be interested in what I didn't have for breakfast this morning. You also won't be interested to know that Charlton have made their best start to a Premiership season EVER or that a Charlton player, the "Wayne Rooney-like Eniola Aluko" has just played her first game for England. She's probably watched Bend It Like Beckham, which I've got a pirated DVD of and think it's a really nice film. As do these 133 reviewers.
Thinking of films, I forgot to remind my loyal readers here to tune into Metro TV last Sunday evening so they could watch a film which was banned during the Soeharto years but as I've got a (legal) copy of it, bought at Carrefour in Jl. M.T. Haryono a few months ago, and wasn't going to watch it again so soon, I forget. Besides, I've also got the book, which was also banned.
I suppose I ought to tell you all about being a warden for the British Embassy here. I should, but what I'm really interested in, being of an inquisitive nature, is what is going on there. The Consul has written to tell me that he's been running round like a headless chicken lately dealing with consular cases, prisoners, and a drugs investigation ...
Drugs?
Not me guv.
Ok. That's it. You can check out inane blog postings elsewhere now.
Ciao baby.
A picture of my cute son four years ago
