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Drop that phone and start experiencing

smartphone_frenzyThis picture has been retweeted at least 7000 times. It was taken at a premiere of the film ‘Black mass’. OK, so maybe trying to capture Johnny Depp (digitally at least) and store him on your phone justifies this phone-induced frenzy. Admittedly, if I’d been there I would have been pointing my iPhone at any scruffy-haired, sun-glassed individual only remotely looking like Johnny Depp.


Take a closer look at the photo. Do you notice the lady with the pink glasses? She’s capturing the moment too, but in her brain, letting the scene quietly sink in. No low-battery-hysteria for her. Although – knowing my mom versus technical equipment – we could be romanticising this picture, and the lady just wouldn’t know how to bloody work a camera or smart phone to save her life.

But still, this event reminds me of an ex-boyfriend who went traveling through Peru and Bolivia for months and didn’t bother to bring a camera (there were no smart phones then. Though I doubt if he has one now). True, he’s Irish so maybe he just forgot to pack one or was too skint to buy one ;-), but he wasn’t worried about experiencing special moments and not having anything to show for it.


When I’m on holiday, photo-fury sometimes takes hold of me and can interfere with the vacation experience. It’s a drive, an obligation almost to take photo’s and to take them well. I’m always feverishly looking out for great shots, already thinking how they’ll look on my Facebook page.

Today, it’s like moments not captured on camera never happened at all. It sounds like an ironic variation of the old philosophical question “If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?”. Which I always thought a ridiculously human-centered question by the way.

And don’t even get me started on selfies. All I can say is, with full respect to friends and relatives of the selfie-related death victims: there will be a lot of contestants for the Darwin awards the coming years.

Set those belly muscles to work and giggle away your anxiety!

You’re in a waiting room full of snot-squirting people and ill-behaved children. Somehow you’ve managed to get your hands on a magazine** that’s actually dated after Obama was elected president and are currently enjoying the dear Deirdre section. You’re chuckling quietly reading about various sexual dilemma’s that may or may not involve canine action, but… I wanna read more

Unexpected note from a stranger

Just an ultra quick one. This is the stuff I’m talking about: I opened a newly lent library book and out fell this lovely surprise: Isn’t that sweet? To say hello to the next person who reads this book. You could even have your own exhibition and leave drawings or art work in library books.… I wanna read more

Grab your pen and make things happen

As I told you before I have a thing for writing notes and letters. I wrote my first love letter when I was 17 (not counting the “Do you like me? O Yes / O No (tick the right box)” scribbles passed around in primary school). It was a little bit of a tricky enterprise… I wanna read more

The ultimate Maverick move: learn how to wink

“Wait, wait, wait, did he just.. ?….Yes, he did! How bold… How daring… How… hot!” This could be a response to that cheeky eye maneuver known as the wink. Another possible response is: “Wait, wait, wait. Did he just…? OMG! That sleazeball just winked at me!”. Especially if said winker is wearing particularly tight trousers… I wanna read more

Ward off death (sort off): why giving is healthy for you

It’s your birthday. A beaming friend hands you a present and eagerly you tear off the wrapping paper.. “It’s…. a piece of tree bark….Just what my carefully composed interior design lacks. And you’ve drawn a little smiley face on it. How thoughtful”. OK, this might not be a common gift in the 21st century, but… I wanna read more

Postcard from a stranger

Have you ever received a letter from a total stranger? A postcard? A Post-it even? And by letter I mean an actual written message on paper. I know, who actually picks up a pen to write anymore – except the occasional ‘stop drinking my beer’ note to your flatmate. No paper message? How about a… I wanna read more

How to get more smiles: change your default face!

In the past, whenever I was on a dance floor – flaunting my undeniably flashy moves – there would always be some guy coming up to me and asking me if I could please smile a little. This would usually have the opposite effect and result in a vicious glare. Because, apart from it being a… I wanna read more

The Spark Plug Chronicles