"Google It"
Metamorphoses, the idea of transforming; from species to object, to flower, to animal, changing of Sex- so many different forms. A transformation which lasts longer than a lifetime, is that of things through time. 'Things' in terms of technology, fashions, the way in which we think, speak, interpret.
Back then, they watched the Coronation on screens the size of a DVD case, at their friend's house who is lucky enough to have one, all crowded around as not many people did, and "what on earth is a DVD?", would be their reaction to the use of such a term. No colour. Today, we watch the Diamond Jubilee and over five hundred different channels on a box as big as a house, occasionally with glasses o, making the characters come to life, colour everywhere.
Back then, it took longer to dial and you were to remain in one spot while speaking- round to the '0' and back, round to the '2'. Whereas, today, our phones contain our life, fit snugly in our pockets, never leaving our reach. Want to hear the results of today's game? 'Google it'. Want to find out where the nearest restaurant is? 'Google it'. Oh the internet, what a distant thought! If they had known then what we know now, the term did not even exist, a foreign language to those in the fifties.
The short skirts of wartime Britain, in order to save material had just been upgraded to more lengthy garments, with 'extravagant' patterns and shapes. When today, everyday, we are throwing money at things we do not need. At different outfits because we have worn our entire wardrobe once, and therefore, we could not possibly wear anything again.
Steam strains were travelling the lines, with Diesel only just appearing into the mix. Here we are today, with the Bullet train and Shanghai Transrapid, both travelling at over 300mph...and how did I find this information out? I 'Google-d' it.
Everything has sped up. It has all become more technical, yet simpler, easier, we can now gain information at our fingertips. Yet we take everything for granted. Google cannot possibly answer EVERYTHING or make EVERYTHING better. "Where were you when I gave birth to our precious little boy?"..."I'll 'Google' it?"
Back then, they watched the Coronation on screens the size of a DVD case, at their friend's house who is lucky enough to have one, all crowded around as not many people did, and "what on earth is a DVD?", would be their reaction to the use of such a term. No colour. Today, we watch the Diamond Jubilee and over five hundred different channels on a box as big as a house, occasionally with glasses o, making the characters come to life, colour everywhere.
Back then, it took longer to dial and you were to remain in one spot while speaking- round to the '0' and back, round to the '2'. Whereas, today, our phones contain our life, fit snugly in our pockets, never leaving our reach. Want to hear the results of today's game? 'Google it'. Want to find out where the nearest restaurant is? 'Google it'. Oh the internet, what a distant thought! If they had known then what we know now, the term did not even exist, a foreign language to those in the fifties.
The short skirts of wartime Britain, in order to save material had just been upgraded to more lengthy garments, with 'extravagant' patterns and shapes. When today, everyday, we are throwing money at things we do not need. At different outfits because we have worn our entire wardrobe once, and therefore, we could not possibly wear anything again.
Steam strains were travelling the lines, with Diesel only just appearing into the mix. Here we are today, with the Bullet train and Shanghai Transrapid, both travelling at over 300mph...and how did I find this information out? I 'Google-d' it.
Everything has sped up. It has all become more technical, yet simpler, easier, we can now gain information at our fingertips. Yet we take everything for granted. Google cannot possibly answer EVERYTHING or make EVERYTHING better. "Where were you when I gave birth to our precious little boy?"..."I'll 'Google' it?"
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