The World is Shrinking

To: Ash
From: Crecente
Re: Soup? That's No Lunch. Forget It.

Isn't it amazing that Kotaku can be written by writers on three continents and that we can work together and share ideas all without delay or the cost of high phone bills?

I remember when I was a kid living in Thailand, the only connection we had to my grandparents were monthly cassette tapes. We would sit around one of those old portable tape recorders and talk into it. We each had a turn to say Hi, and sometimes, with cajoling from our parents, to maybe sing or tell a story. Once we had filled up the tape we would mail it to my grandparents in Georgia. A month later we'd get a tape back with them talking to us. It was a pretty slow conversation, but at least we could hear each others' voices.

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Now Trish talks to her mom in Australia almost every night and if I want to I can ring you or Luke up on Skype. As neat as that is, I almost miss those slow conversations. They made you think a bit more about what you were going to say and made the hearing all the more meaningful.

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"Ahh... the days of my youth... like the scent of fresh lemon..." you see.

Extra points to whoever gets that quote.

My wife and I had a long-distance relationship going on for a few years before I moved to Belgium and married her. Before our first actual meeting, we'd exchanged tons of e-mails, mailed lots of letters on cute stationery, and occasionally called each other on the phone with pre-payed long-distance cards. What we didn't exchange, though, were pictures. When we finally got to meet in person, we each had a sealed envelope with a picture just in case we couldn't recognize each other at our designated meeting place in Paris, but it turns out we didn't need it, so the surprise was pretty fun, although somewhat awkward.

After that, we got webcams, Skype, ADSL... We'd talk and see each other a lot more, but write a lot less... It's regrettable to a certain extent, but then again it also meant things were going forward. Then I took a one-way ticket. I don't even need that webcam anymore, the first thing I see when I wake up each day is her right by my side. No lag there.