http://xkcd.com/77/ and on a related but different note, lesser seen variations of the iconic image: http://www.loc.gov/rr/print/list/128_migm.html
On Fri, Apr 20, 2012 at 9:47 PM, Chew Lin Kay <[email protected]> wrote: > Because much like the wretch who drinks to be happy, the snappers are > deluded: they think their photos are creating memories, when in fact they > are sabotaging them. > > I was one of them. > > My junk was the real deal. Class-A stuff, the cocaine of the photography > world -- the digital SLR. > > "With this oversized device I felt confident. I felt virile. It made me > feel superior to the beaming, giggling amateurs fumbling about with their > pathetic phones and small, flaccid point-and-shoots. > > It took an epiphany for me to kick the habit. > > I was diving in Thailand, when a whale shark emerged from the gloom. I > snapped away at the beast with my underwater apparatus for the few minutes > of air I had left, then returned topside to high-five and celebrate this > potentially once-in-a-lifetime experience. > > As I scrolled through the 100-odd pictures I had, I realized: they were > all I had. > > My memories are framed by the 2x2-inch blurry screen of my camera. Not > once did I look up to see the fish with my own eyes. " > > Srini and I saw this in action quite recently--the d'Orsay had loaned a > number of gorgeous paintings to Singapore. Other than the art students who > were doing studies, there was a whole lot of people consuming the paintings > via their cameras. So perhaps the museum didn't provide enough benches, but > what happened to just soaking it all in? >
