{"id":4014,"date":"2013-05-30T00:05:46","date_gmt":"2013-05-30T07:05:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/?p=4014"},"modified":"2013-05-29T22:44:40","modified_gmt":"2013-05-30T05:44:40","slug":"summer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/2013\/05\/30\/summer\/","title":{"rendered":"Summer"},"content":{"rendered":"

When I was in school, it was not uncommon for teachers to assign an essay on the question of \u201cWhat did you do this summer?\u201d as one of our first assignments. For that matter, we\u2019d ask this sort of question of each other. But nowadays, there\u2019s nothing to tell. Our buddies know everything we\u2019ve been doing, unless their home computers and cell phones are busted, thanks to the advent of Facebook and other social networking sites. Not only do we share everything we do, however mundane, we include photographs that we took with our phones as it happened.<\/p>\n

\tPersonally, I love Facebook and email, texting and Twitter. I wish it had existed way back when I was a kid. In the old days, the only time you\u2019d hear from your high school or college friends would be at reunions every ten or twenty years. The day I graduated from high school, my father warned me sadly that I should look carefully and think hard about everything and everyone on that day, because I\u2019d never see any of them ever again. He spoke from experience. And indeed, I’ve never had any contact with anyone that I went to high school with ever again.<\/p>\n

\tThanks to Facebook, however, I\u2019ve reconnected with several people from my college days. Had Facebook existed back in the dark ages, we\u2019d never have fallen out of each other\u2019s lives in the first place. Perhaps there would have been a few people I\u2019d have been happy never to see again, but for the most part, staying in contact would have been a good thing. <\/p>\n

\tIn contrast, my children use Facebook, Tumblr, and Instagram. They text each other constantly. They are always connected to everyone they have ever known. I suspect that the only way they will ever lose contact with their friends is if they consciously choose to. <\/p>\n

And I think that\u2019s wonderful.<\/p>\n

\tComputers have brought people closer together. If it weren\u2019t for computers, I wouldn\u2019t ever have started writing books for Quarto, a company in London. They\u2019d have never heard of me and I\u2019d have never heard of them. Thanks to the computer, my editors and I could exchange files and make necessary changes and corrections nearly instantly. The writing of a book is an international collaboration; I can cross an ocean faster than I can cross my office. Thanks to computers, it doesn\u2019t matter where I live, or where the publisher is.<\/p>\n

\tThree summers ago we had a foreign exchange student visit us from France for three weeks. At the time, she was fifteen years old; she had a great time. She remarked on how everything she saw in California reminded her of TV shows and movies\u2014even our house, the way it looks in our suburban subdivision. Her first thought on her arrival was, \u201cI\u2019m in the house in Desperate Housewives!\u201d <\/p>\n

\tThe tour group she was a part of took her to see most of the typical tourist sites, such as Universal Studios and Magic Mountain. We also made a point to take her to places that her group didn\u2019t visit. My oldest daughter had a summer internship in the corporate offices of Guess that summer. So we took Lea to visit. We ate lunch in the Wolfgang Puck Grill on the corporate campus, then took her to shop in the corporate store so she could enjoy the substantial discounts available there. She happily contributed in a positive way to the American trade balance. Guess clothing is much cheaper in the U.S. than in France, and in the corporate store, she paid as much for the designer label clothing as she would have spent buying the cheapest no-name brands at Walmart. <\/p>\n

\tWe also took her up to see the Hollywood sign: not as most tourists see it, but up as close as you can get, within hiking distance. In fact, it wasn\u2019t legal for us to get any closer to it than we did. We also took her to see Vasquez Rocks, a tumble of rock formations that are part of the San Andreas Fault. They frequently appear in westerns and in episodes of Star Trek\u2014for instance the episode from the original series where Captain Kirk fights the Gorn, a reptilian alien that he finally bests when he makes gunpowder, stuffs it in a hollow log, and blasts him with rocks. Vasquez Rocks also served as a stand in for Vulcan during the first of J.J. Abrams’ new Star Trek movie. But Lea didn\u2019t recognize them from TV or movies. Instead, she told us she\u2019d seen them in one of her brother\u2019s video games, Grand Theft Auto<\/em>.<\/p>\n

\tShe told us she doesn\u2019t much care for French food; instead, she\u2019d rather eat American style food. In fact, one of her goals was to eat hot dogs, which she did at every opportunity. The only uniquely French behavior we witnessed from her\u2014besides speaking French when she was with her fellow students from the tour\u2014was when we took her to a nice restaurant just before she left for home. She ordered a cheeseburger, but then proceeded to eat it with her fork and knife. She said that at fast food places like In-and-Out, it was fine to eat with her hands. But in a restaurant, she said it felt funny to eat that way. In France, she never uses her hands to eat–unless she\u2019s at a McDonalds.<\/p>\n

\tSince she left, we have remained in contact with her on Facebook; unlike most of the exchange students we had in the past, we\u2019ll never lose contact. In fact, we first got to know her on Facebook, even before she arrived. And thanks to all of that, she and her parents invited my oldest daughter to come stay with her in France the following summer, which my daughter did. She had a great time and got to practice the two years of French she’d taken in High School. <\/p>\n

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