Cybernetics

I have never felt so close to being an internet junky.

I have been in Paris for less than 24h. I have spent most of my time here trying to get a clean internet connection, and spent nearly 150€ trying to do just that.

I have just bought myself a new 20 minutes internet fix for 2.5€

I have a couple of things I need to do before starting my new job on monday: Read and learn my mission brief documents, and then prepare for the mission. Then fix a couple of small bugs, in order to finalise my previous job. This requires a quick internet connect, download a 1.5Gb archive, deploy it, set up a copy of the site in order to test the changes, fix 2 or 3 small things, recreate an archive and send it to the client or put it on the ftp space.

If I had been on a clean internet connection this could have taken me less than an hour, but in travelling conditions this can be an exhausting job. And I could have spent a few hours doing other usefull thing on other projects.

How did I manage to spend 150€

- mobile phone number: 15€
- cybercafé to get a hotel room: 3€
- hotel room with wifi: 85€
- recharge mobile: 10 €
- wifi option in hotel: 15€
- 3€ another card to get password of wifi

Although I have free internet with “neuf” and “free.fr”, since I have the logins and passwords, and there is free internet all over Paris, in parcs, train stations, mcDonalds, starbucks … etc. The wifi option of my hotel is in fact a partnership with orange, and this means that you need to buy small doses of 20 min or so and charge up gradually. I thought I would just buy 15euros yesterday, and I wouldn’t have to think about it again, and could happilly get a lot of my buisness done yesterday.

But since I didn’t write down the login and password. I had the bad surprise this morning, to realise that I needed an internet connection to get my password back. And this means that I had to go and try and hunt down the other free alternatives to get my password back. But to my suprise the station and mcDonalds wifi did not work as easily as expected and after over an hour looking, and my frustration growing to a true adicts level, of I need my internet now. I bought myself another 20 min dose, just to get my password. And this really felt like getting a short fix.And I think I really got to understand the parallele between drug adiction and internet adiction one bit more.

It felt at this point that “orange”, and the mini doses was only truely destined to true internet adicts, and that only people with this true adictive feeling would go and get a 20min fix for 3€, or 1h for 5€ like I did this morning.

Finding a solution to give internet access to all, like the other companies do, could be a solution to solving this internet adiction. But the internet adiction probably a much more complexe thing that just helping those in need. Since this internet adiction will just grow. People who break their computer, or find themself in remote aeres, with electricity shortage, most likely experience similar feelings of frustration.
And giving the dose to the people in need feels is only a short term solution. If someone was a drug adict, the solution wouldn’t be to give them their drug, it is far more complexe.
I beleive this is exeptional for me, I have an important issue I need to solve by tomorrow.
So this is exeptional, I think in my case, and beleive I can more or less cure myself. But I am sure not everyone has the same self control.

Looking at all the homeless people in Paris this morning really made me think.
All these people, probably just had a similar frustration point at some point at least when they lost their home or job. And at some point they lost control, and could not or would not ask for help. Either because they couldn’t or out of pride. And the longer they stay in this situation and the more difficult it is for them to solve they problem.

They probably all need to learn how to manage they money, or whatever has cost them so much. When you lose control of things, you tend to just spend money in a rediculous way, like I did this morning or this weekend, in a way that no one can really afford. And you will always have a company out there who is willing to help you, and take everything they can away from you in a legal way, but for a rediculous amount of money, just like “orange” has been doing it with me today.

I can see now, how information control could probably solve this. People tend to just not know how to count. They are overtaken but problems which they did not manage to predict. Everyone how has lost control has most likely fallen in this situation.

If we had a tool which could tell us, what is going to happen next, and which type of dangerous situation we are falling into (drugs, internet, television, gambling, food alcohol addiction), mesure this type of adiction or danger. And everyone woud have a grade of self control or loss of control for every dangerous situation. Then this could most likely instantly solve all these problems.

2010 is the year of Cerda in Barcelona.

And this is the second time this year, I go and see an exhibition about him. After the CCCB in January, this time it is at the Museum del historia de Barcelona, next to the town hall.

I was already very impressed by the previous one. Cerda and the Exiemple. Which really showed, how he created the famously square looking town which everyone can know. Which really helps you understand Barcelona. Which shows you how it works, how people move in it. How it grows, how people interract. Statics about the best blocks to live in. The most dense, the most mixed. Comparison with many other grided towns. I came out of the previous exhibition very impressed by the analysis of the town. The ghost underground stations. And this gave me a true new vision of Barcelona.

But I was suprised to learn much more once again in this exhibition.

This exhibition was much less focused on todays Barcelona. But really focused on Cerda himself, his time, the motives behind creating this town, the 1850s to 1890s. A true understanding, not on todays Barcelona, but more on how a few good men. Engineer, Mayor and the people in power, but to totally transform a town. Go against the authority of the military and decide to cut open and reshape an entire town.

The original plans to create the “Road Princesse”, which cuts the Barrio Gotic in 2. Was a true revelation for me.

How could a few good men, change, plan, convince, enginneer, a plan which would knock out half the town. This is probably very similar to what Haussman must have done in Paris.

But for me I think it ment much more. Maybe it is the time in my life, the fact the my brother is a town planner, and that I am an enginner with little power, and doing projects with little impact.

But I do feel that there always needs to be some people who need to get in there and convince to do the great changes which are necessary. And that if you have the right arguments, that you know that you are right then you need to convince.

I was very impressed by the atmosphere created in this exhibition. Because it really showed the time in which the decisions were taken. That even nearly 200 years ago, before electricity, before trains, before cinema, and a huge amount of other things which feel which are part of todays world and our own history, which hasn’t happend yet for them, the first world war, before bombs, tv, cars. Some people really knew what was necessary, some politician could still really make impressive decisions and change and reshape not only the distant future in which we now are. But they very near future in which they lived, their present.

When you look at that huge pannoramic photo of the town in 1860, the maps, the old pictures animated in the film. You could really see the way the town must have looked, and felt like to live in, not today like in the previous exhibition but in those days. With the walls surounding the town, with the life expectancy stats, the air they must have been breathing.

Well done to them, and I hope I get to do something usefull in my life time, like all the people who worked on this managed to do.

I will never look at the center of Barcelona in the same way again.

Nearly 4 months already in Barcelona, and What can I say.

Well one important thing for the people here is the Catalan thing…

I have to say when I first arrived in Barcelona, I had no idea that people here talked Catalan. I had heard of the language, but couldn’t have said where it was spoken. It could have been spoken in Greece, South America or Estonia for all I knew (and cared). I must have been told though many times during my spanish lessons. People who had been here must have told me, that “Spanish” is in fact Castillan. I had even been to Barcelona without realizing that people actually talked another language than spanish. I guess it just never ticked.

The plain idea of people talking another language than spanish in spain was therefore a bit of a surprise.

It was simple arithemetics for me: France = French, England = English, Germany = German, Spain = Spanish.

But I was wrong, spain is in fact a multi language country a bit like Switzerland, with multiple languages. Which makes everything here, just slightly more complicated.

So here I was in Spain. Hoping to freshen up my language skills a little, since one of my prime objective here was really to get pretty fluent in another language.

I was initially really happy. That is such an opportunity for me. Not only can I learn 1, but 2 languages, during my stay here. I will become not trilingual but quadrilingual.

Well 4 months later, and my frustration really starts kicking in, since I still cannot communicate in spanish very well. So let alone Catalan. I have learnt to my expense that the learning curve, is in fact really pretty steep.

I have to say my spanish is getting better, and I do feel like I understand a lot more. I have gone from nearly nothing to a reasonable understanding level. And do hope to become pretty fluent in the next few months if I keep working hard on it.

But learning spanish is already pretty hard work by itself. So how about the Catalan. I have been here for 4 month and have hardly had time to learn the local language.

It seems here that in Barcelona, over 80% of the people have Catalan as they mother tongue. And as long as you stick to Spanish, you will never really be fully accepted. Simple things really, you can’t read the sign posts, you can’t read a menu, news papers, when people here talk between each other. Which means that it is always that little bit more difficult to get yourself understood, and to understand what is going on around you.

Spanish in Barcelona is a bit like talking English in a none English speaking country. It will be the language people use for work, but by no means the local language. It is already an effort for most people to talk Spanish, so let alone English or French.

So this is my own experience about this. But what does it really show about the Catalan situation in general. Well from my foreign point of view, it feels like it is much more difficult to adapt in this area than a Spanish talking Area such as Madrid. And that therefore a much less welcoming area to foreigners. And the more foreign people move in, the more the Catalan people seem to use the Catalan language to protect themself against ‘us’, the none Catalan talking people.

Is it very much the ‘us’ thing. Those who talk it, and those who don’t.

Spanish people, will learn it pretty quickly, so will be more easily accepted, than those who first need to learn Spanish, and then Catalan.

It is just an extra step to make, in order to be accepted here.

Of course, you don’t really need Catalan to live here. If the people here, have an interest in you or in a skill you have, they will adapt to you. It is probably a similar thing in all places in the world. In order to be part of a group, you need them to need you, or else you need to be able to communicate easily with them and they will easily find a use in you. It is the first thing really, if you make that effort, then they may try and do the same with you. And if you talk they language, then they will need you to communicate with the others, since they wont be able to talk the other languages.

And this really shows the importance of language in all conflicts around the world. And of all conflicts in general. The ones who can communicate with the one in power will then become the middle man, and will be the one which everyone needs.

This got me researching a little and I found interresting facts about languages:

By far the most spoken would be chinese mandari, although I thought it was english [1].

For French, though it really depends on how you count the number of people who can talk the language. Since a lot more people use French as they working language than as they mother tongue [2].

Catalan is spolen by over 11 million, which is more than Swidish, and nearly as much as Greek, and is placed 75th in the list of most spoken native mother tongue according to [3]

All this is pretty interresting and new to me. There are many other things which come into account when arriving in a country, and trying to adapt. And much more to the Catalan issue and politics than the language. But as far as I am concerned, and for now I will just have to put my head down, and study as much as I can, and as quickly as I can, and as many languages as I can. And maybe if others did the same then this would change a lot in the way people see things, and communicate.