Telepocalypse

Monomedia daddy

I’m at the in-laws’ apartment in Vilnius, Lithuania, doing my work. Most of the rest of the family is off in the summer house sunning themselves under the cherry trees.

It’s been interesting to chat with my soon-to-be-three-years-old elder daughter on the mobile phone. When normally she talks to her grandparents via Skype, she’s quite chatty — particularly if she sees them on a webcam. But with a mobile, she clams up and becomes all self-conscious. I guess talking to a lump of plastic is an unnatural act that we have to learn to ignore.