Status Updates Gone Too Far?

Posted by: Mia Taylor on July 3, 2008

It is amazing how dependent we have become on knowing where people are and what they’re doing at all times.

I’m going to step aside from the majority here and explain why I believe this to be true.

To my knowledge Facebook seems to have kicked-off this obsession and Myspace soon followed right behind. Now, communities like Twitter and Hi5, fall under the same spell and more than ever people are becoming obsessed with broadcasting their personal lives.

What has happened to a society that valued their personal lives?

Someone recently sent me a link to a video on YouTube that I believe couldn’t better portray the idea that often times “Status Updates” are taken a little too far.

Mia is “waking up.” Mia is “brushing her teeth.” Mia is “talking on the phone with her boyfriend.” Mia is “Putting her laundry out for everyone to see.” Now, I understand the benefit of broadcasting to co-workers on Twitter or Facebook that you’re going to be late for a meeting, or even updating your status that you might be going out of town, but some of the updates seem unnecessarily forward. People now broadcast who they think you should vote for, that they are mad/sad/suicidal and even that they are intoxicated.

Don’t get me wrong, I have deffinitely had my days of status-update obessions, but those days are gone and now I can look critically at what it does for your life. What do you get from broadcasting your every move?

About four or five months ago I was waiting for an appointment and picked up a newspaper from the seat next to me. As I opened the newspaper I noticed a service called Loopt that “transforms your mobile phone into a social compass.” I was apalled. Now, you can track where your friends are located via a mobile map on your cellphone. With the Loopt service, you must be a registerred member of Loopt in order to broadcast your geographical location, however, even when you’re not logged on to the site, your position is still being broadcasted.

We have placed such emphasis on connecting with people that in reality, people seem to be less connected. When I was a Facebook status-update addict, I found that people were less inclined to call and see what I was up to during the weekend because they already knew. I found that people would see all my “geo-tagged” and “friend-tagged” photos and instead of making direct contact to talk about their weekend, they would leave comments on my profile instead. Call me old fashioned, but I believe that commenting on walls, photo comments and status updates aren’t as personal as directly connecting via phone or even text messaging.

From here, as technology improves, it is my belief that people will only become less connected with others on a personal level, no matter how personal our status updates are.

The Media, Global Warming and What I see.

Posted by: Mia Taylor on June 16, 2008

According to Wikipedia, Global Warming is the increase in average temperature of the Earth’s near-surface air and oceans. And while I have noticed that summers do seem hotter and glaciers continue to thaw rapidly, I am not informed enough about the situation to lay claim to “weather” (lol) or not this is really happening. As Bob Ostertag noted in his article in The Huffington Post, many people believe this to be just another “money-making scheme.” I took it upon myself to make sure that any opinion I made on the topic was an informed one.

I recently finished watching Al Gore’s An Inconvenient Truth and was disappointed that more of the film revolved around Gore’s accomplishments in life and less about how humans have gone about destroying the atmosphere. Or better yet, how we can repair the damage that has been done.

Here’s a little bit of what I learned about Global Warming. Carbon Dioxide, and other such natural gases are naturally released into the atmosphere which in turn trap the sun’s heat within the Earth’s atmosphere. This process helps make the Earth habitable, however, it is said that when we burn gas, coal and oil, the amount of carbon dioxide released into the atmosphere keeps heat from leaving the atmosphere and thus making temperatures rise. Wikipedia notes that “Global temperatures on both land and sea have increased by 1.35 °F relative to the period 1860–1900.”

The media, the internet and political campaigns cloud our filtration system when it comes to filtering out misinformation. The internet makes it so easy to find the wrong information, while the right information sits quietly, unnoticed, deep beneath the surface. As a student, educated American, or simply a curious mind, it often frustrates me that conspiracy theories and personal opinions are given more attention.

If you’re interested in some ways to cut the amount of Carbon Dioxide that is released, here is a list of Fifty things you can change. Whether or not these are viable is for you to decide. I know that I am more aware of how much I drive, the lights I leave on when I leave a room (although my boyfriend reminds me about the bathroom light!), and do my best to recycle whenever possible. These will not only save you money, but it might directly affect the globe.

My opinion? Thanks for asking! I’ve decided that what I believe is what I see. The price of fuel is outrageous; down the street from my home Chevron charges $4.89 for 89 Octane fuel. I also believe that with the growth of population, natural resources will become scarce far quicker than we are prepared for. I believe that these things need to be addressed and that the government should be making it easier to “be green.” I believe it is our responsibility to become informed and formulate educated opinions based on what the facts show us. Although finding the facts can usually be the hardest part.

Regret Will Drive You Mad

Posted by: Mia Taylor on June 9, 2008

Regret will drive you mad and among the many mistakes I have made in my life and learned from, there are few that fester with regret. In fact, there is really only one regret I have about my past and it seems to haunt me on a daily basis.

“They” always say that “Hindsight is always 20/20″. And in hindsight, I do see much clearer.

Recently more than ever I have been letting go of all things negative in my life. On my birthday this year I woke up and thought to myself “If I could have any one thing for my birthday, what would I want?” I came to the conclusion very quickly that negativity needed to be eliminated in all respects.

In my elimination of negativity I decided to also eliminate regrets. I found some great quotes on regret; here are a few…

There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.
-Marcel Proust

Never regret. If it’s good, it’s wonderful. If it’s bad, it’s experience.
-Victoria Holt

Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy, you can’t build on it it’s only good for wallowing in.
-Katherine Mansfield

Yes, I may have to live with a single regret for the longer part of my life, however, what I have come out of it knowing is that I have changed and I can laugh at the momentary mental hebetude I exhibited. Overall, most people live with many regrets, so living and accepting a sole regret doesn’t seem too shabby.

He who spends time regretting the past loses the present and risks the future.
-Quevedo

So, I move on. Regretless.

Burma, a Desperate Situation.

Posted by: Mia Taylor on May 9, 2008

I don’t watch T.V, so hearing about disasters usually catches me off guard. I recently learned that on May 2nd a category 4 cyclone hit Burma and killed more than I could have imagined. Thousands.

It seems like just yesterday I was walking down the streets of Rangoon watching the locals squat in front of stores drinking tea and chewing Beetlenut. Monk children followed us in awe and were enamored by our cameras and blonde hair. I had discovered that Burma was my new favorite country.

From Rangoon, I traveled in the back of a pick-up truck for an hour to a remote village at Inle Lake. Followed by the Military Junta with guns, my colleagues and I were a little bit nervous about what to expect in Burma, however, I never expected it to be as great as it was.

We had come in perfect timing. Orange water filled the streets, cows walked beside us and several times I swore I felt water snakes at my calves. The “hotel” where we were staying told us that it was the most water they’d ever seen and the most rainfall on record. Nonetheless, the Burmese welcomed us with open arms and even invited us to play Chess and drink Myanmar Rum ( make sure you have a REALLY strong chaser :x ) The man we played chess with beat our best player in two moves, we were stunned. This man also asked me if I could take a package back to America with me so he could somehow contact his family in the U.S. I was skeptical at first, but before I left I returned to his home and waited for him to bring out his package. He never came out with the package and I felt horribly…

I continued my trip through Inle Lake by motorboat and saw the most beautiful floating villages, floating monastaries, floating garden. Everything floating.

When I heard about the Cyclone, I was devastated. What about the man we played chess with? The monk children? The woman who sold us DVD’s for a dollar? What about the tens of thousands of other people who couldnt be located? What about their homes? I wanted to help.

I found out about the U.S Campaign for Burma shortly after I returned back to the United States and when I checked their website today I was relieved to know that there was something I could do.

It only took me 2 minutes to fill out a form that sent a letter to the UN, Begging them to send aid to Burma.
Click Here

Worried about the Burmese, I called my grandfather to ask him about my Burmese aunt’s family in Rangoon. I was shocked to hear that my Burmese aunt can’t seem to get a visa to go back to Burma where her mother has been missing since the day of the cyclone.

I didn’t expect to hear that someone I knew, someone who babysat my cousins for years, was missing.

Chances are you know someone who is directly affected by the cyclone in Burma. For their sake, click the link to send a pre-written message to the U.N about sending aid into Burma. Every message counts.

My experience in Burma was amazing. The people were warm, open-minded and yearned to learn about our “free” lives in the United States. I left a part of my heart in Burma, and it breaks my heart to hear that so many lives have been lost, and others are struggling to find shelter.

Make a difference by clicking Here

Namaste From India

Posted by: Mia Taylor on October 12, 2006

Port #6. Chennai, India. I am sitting here at the Varanasi with a red clay dot (Tula) on my forehead and I honestly don’t know where to begin. India is not what I expected.

I arrived in Chennai and it gave me a horrible impression of what I was going to be experiencing for the next 4 days. The rickshaws (yellow, three-wheeled motor taxis) ripped us off in every way, the foul stench of body odor, musk and sulfur filled the air and none of the food looked edible. I saw women in beautiful sari’s and the children, however dirty, had an air of total innocence and naivety.

After my first day, I got onto a plane with a group and flew to New Delhi. From New Dehli we had a connecting flight to Varanasi. We checked into the Radison and it was so beautifully decorated. Rose petals were all over the floor and read “Welcome Semester At Sea.”

As we left the hotel, our first stop was the tree that the first Buddha sat under and gave his sermons. By this tree there are huge (VERY HUGE) ants that crawled around at lightning speed. Outside of all the tourist attractions there are women with children begging for food. Most of the children have severe deformities and often times even bugs in their eyes. There were several times I had to wipe tears from my eyes.

The temples in India are amazing; so peaceful and intimate. The cows are considered a deity so you see them laying in the middle of the road and people just let them be and drive around them. There are also goats everywhere, one was standing on top of a table with a dog underneath the table. Speaking of which, there are dogs everywhere and about one third of them are rabid. Scary!

Next we went shopping and I bought a pretty green and pink sari. I also bought a marble elephant and a lotus flower carved into sandalwood. I bought my mom a bell for her zen room and a marble elephant too.

The next morning I had a 4:30 AM wake up call and left for the Ganges River shortly thereafter. This is where I saw the most beautiful sunrise of my life. The Ganges River is where people bathe to ask for cleansing of their sins. It is also where they creamte freshly deceased bodies and set them afloat into the water. (The source of the Ganges river stems from the Himalayas). We saw a cremation ceremony taking place and the body was wrapped in bamboo and decorations. There are no women allowed near this proccess and we weren’t allowed to take pictures. This was the most intense moment of my life. The water had ashes in it and smelled, yet people bathed in it to ask for repentance . I also saw an entire dead cow floating upside down, it was very unsettling. People buy theres bowls made out of a leaf and inside the bowl is a candle surrounded by rose petals. With this, you make a wish and set it afloat in the river.

So now I am exhausted both physically and emotionally. I am at the airport now, getting ready to go back to Delhi for a day.

I really liked Varanasi. They call this city “the holy city” and is one of the oldest cities in the world. Monkeys climb atop the buildings and goats wander around with bells around their necks. I saw artifacts in a local museum from the First Century! It was amazing, they weren’t in glass cases or anything, and they were in perfect condition.

Semester At Sea- First Stop…Hawaii

Posted by: Mia Taylor on October 11, 2006

These Entries are backdated and I often give a retrospective point of view noted by (parentheses)
I decided not to RE-write my entries, I thought it would give some insight as to how much I have changed since Fall 2006.

Hawaii. We got onto the ship in Ensenada, Mexico and Alie and I went to the closest bar for some serious Margaritas before on-ship time. T minus 1 hour. These Margaritas were huge! There was an Australian bartender and futbol on a TV from the early 90’s. The ship’s horn blew and some grey-haired cranky woman drive her car around the town yelling for all the “SASers” to get back to the port.
( At this point, the term SASer had little to no meaning to me, however, as the month went by it quickly formed a place in my vocabulary)
By the time we got to port in Hawaii, I had just gotten to know my roommate, Briana S. Brie is an only child (a product of divorced parents) and has a horrible step-mom. Sound familiar at all?
Back to Hawaii. We went to the beach, did some last minute shopping for necessities we’d forgotten and ate at a Thai restaurant. It wasn’t that great, but then again how many Thai people do you see in Hawaii? Nothing beats aunt Tina’s Thai. It was Me, Roy, Zach (ugh) and this girl Kristine. She’s the most hilarious alcoholic from Indiana. We went to the International Marketplace in Waikiki and I got a pearl out of an oyster shell and set it on a silver band with two small diamonds. It was absolutely gorgeous and reminded me of the one grandma Bim gave Mom. (This was the first of all the expenses mom thought unnecessary!)
Next Port of Call: Kobe, Japan.

Burma/ Myanmar Close to My Heart

Posted by: Mia Taylor on October 4, 2006

Port Number 5. Myanmar. Myanmar, or Burma as it was called, was absolutely amazing! I arrived at Yangon Port and took a 45 minute bus ride into the city. Rangoon city was unlike any of the previous ports and to my surprise, Hong Kong now had competition for my favorite city on the itinerary.

The first night I stayed at the Traders Hotel and ate dinner. I hit the sack early as my intention was to be awake before sunrise. At 6 o’clock in the morning I got in the back of a pick-up truck covered by a tarp, and sat in the rain for nearly two hours to get to Inle Lake. Inle Lake, a village of floating gardens, floating temples, floating monestaries, floating houses and floating stores, is situated two hours inland from any major city. On the drive to Inle Lake our group was followed by the Military Junta on motorcycles with rifles slung behind their backs. Never before had I felt that I was a threat to anyone, however, I was starting to see that the Burmese government was skeptical of our intentions. My intentions were only to experience the Burmese culture.

Before each port we were briefed on the culture, language and political situations of each country and during the Myanmar Pre-port we were told that their government was a strict dictatorship in which the Burmese were extreme suppressed and stripped of what John Locke would argue to be Natural Rights. We were also told that we should not try to converse with the Burmese about their government because we would not only be risk. The citizens of Burma are not allowed to travel outside of the borders, not allowed to make phone calls to the United States and definitely not allowed to discuss politics. This was a hard concept for me to grasp. As an American I am given rights that are often taken for granted. I can speak my mind, assemble in protest, choose my religion, protect myself with a firearm and travel wherever my “insatiable case of wanderlust” may lead me.

To get back to my entry, I hopped out of the truck-bed and wiped a cakey layer of orange dirt from my face and grabbed a just-as-dirty taxi. The Taxi driver drove to the floating village and so conveniently told us that he also owned a boat we could tour in. As we got to the main town, the man informed me that they had just had a monsoon and had a downpour of the most rain on record in the last fifty years. As I hopped out of the taxi and found the drowning hotel, I looked down and murky orange water came up to my knees. Well, we checked in to the hotel and being as there were no banks nor ATMs in all of Burma, I had only what cash was left in my wallet from the last port. So, for five days I had $127 .00 Minus the $40 it cost per person for the long bus ride to Inle Lake and Minus the $50 each person pitched in for the 5 Night stay at the Hotel. So, I had 30-something Dollars to my name and somehow made do with what I had! One thing’s for sure, no one can say I’m high maintenance!

Trekking through rushing, murky water, we met the taxi driver at his boat and explored the floating villages. Mothers were bathing their naked young, men rowed boats carrying produce and rope, fishermen sat in the middle of the lake waiting to bring back the day’s catch and monks sat meditating in floating temples. The people seemed so serene and content, I admired them. It is amazing how much we take for granted. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like, how our values would change if we were less reliant on the material and technological aspects of life.

The people in Burma are so cut off from the rest of the world…I met a man whose sister recently moved to America and got married. He told me, in very broken burm-english, that he had not spoken to her in seven years because they are not allowed to call the United States and their letters were shredded. I can’t even begin to imagine the idea of not being able to speak to my family.

Burma has been great.

On another note, these Malarone pills for Malaria are giving me the weirdest dreams. I had a dream that Bob Marley was playing on the ship but the ship was on land. Zach Ransom didn’t have dreads and I was just very confused. Every morning when we go to breakfast, you can hear everyone talking about their vivid dreams and how weird they are.

I can’t wait to sleep in a real bed and relax, but for now, I’ll enjoy Burma.

Next stop, India.

Port 3. Hong Kong, PRC

Posted by: Mia Taylor on September 21, 2006

I loved Hong Kong!! I could definitely live there. first off, we had a typhoon to avoid so we couldn’t make it safely to Quindao, China! The Typhoon/Cyclone was tossing the ship everywhere. I was so nervous! My friend Kristine and I fell asleep for only an hour and it was in the hallway where it was far less rocky. The security guy woke us up & told us we were a fire hazard. I was so anxious and scared the whole time, I hated it!

So, we got to Hong Kong port and the skyline was amazing! The architecture there is so intense. there are about twenty buildings that are the headquarters for companies like Phillips, Epson, Canon and a lot more. Those buildings have huge neon signs on the top, it’s crazy.

(At about 8pm every night they do a light show on the Marina where all the buildings in the city have intense lighting systems built into their structures. It is quite a sight and even better on a clear night from Victoria Peak.)

In Hong Kong city we visited the Stanley Market and I bought a leather Chloe purse in a gorgeous royal blue. Ok, enough shopping-talk.

One of the days we were there we took a speed ferry to Macau Island and they are going to be the next little Las Vegas, it’s crazy! They already have a “Sands” a “Wynn” and a “Venetian” hotel. There us a long bridge by the Venetian hotel and it is a ten minute walk to Mainland China. You can see a total difference in the Economy even just by looking at the border. Macau Island is struggling with decrepit buildings while just over the bridge there are tall apartment complexes and office buildings like in Hong Kong. (Without the lights)

After Macau Island, we went to Lantau Island. We got on a bus and drove through mountainous valleys for an hour. Here we saw a 150 foot Buddha that you have to climb up a mountain to get to. The view up there was so beautiful. There were 8 or 9 surround Islands that were only partially visible through the mist, but I think that may have contributed to the fantastic scenery.

After Lantau we went to the Jade market and night markets. There were so many people at both of these markets that it was sometimes difficult to even walk. The night markets were a totally different demographic and seemed a bit more corrupt. ( They hid their knock-offs until you walk by) It’s amazing how real they look.

The port we came in to in hong Kong was huge! It was attached to a mall that had every store imaginable. There were also Basketball courts! It was unheard of! I really liked Hong Kong. So far it ranks among my favorite ports.

I will have to start my Malaria pills soo. Supposedly they give you really vivid and weird dreams. We’ll see.

Next Stop- “GOOD MORNING VIET-NAM!”

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