It is difficult to imagine a world without a computer or phone. For me because I grew up, the technological revolution and for my parents because they now know better. I moved last month. Since then, I find myself regularly that I can be difficult for the spirit out how a school day for me in that dorm room looked. Where the tea stood, and where my favorites book was. So obvious was my daily routine. My room was a small space of practical use hung together. I can remember that my desk was very full, filled and was busy. But what I could find, I only know when I look at old photos. Oja, a salt and pepper set in the shape of dice, I think. And Oja, a back-scratcher of that trip to Arizona. Most of the stuff I find on the photo stuff you'd find in an old kitchen drawer. Touching stuff that roam my room for years, place after place. And yet these are the things that define my person, my quality and taste and maybe even betrayed my socio-economic condition. These objects and other props with their location are essentially the tangible proof of my daily routine or schedule. Simple objects with which I can trace how my day. .
A sock in the middle of my room reminds me steps to a long evening, a watering can next to a tall plant. All signs that make you aware of the self-evidence of actions. Simple actions that are often forgotten quickly. And yet the dates of my actions stored in these objects, I can unlock them by looking at it. But not for long. These objects again, this information is lost, use and replaced with the information from that day. The sock is now in the laundry basket, the watering can on the balcony. If I would want to examine my behavior over the years, and on the basis of my property then I would actually have to have a log of the years that I had this stuff in my possession I can not, and that does not exist. Internet can do that, that's all it does. This medium, the Internet, in this way forms a rich source of reference for cultural anthropological research.
