How Bell Forced us to Spend a Weekend Offline

Doodling My Frustration

A rare event occurred last weekend—we were at home and we had no Internet.

“Big deal”, you’re thinking.

Yeah, well: 1) it was another rainy weekend 2) we weren’t doing anything special 3) we weren’t offline by choice, Bell had technical issues.

On Saturday afternoon, we suddenly realized we couldn’t access any website. It was rather frustrating—we were connected but the pages weren’t loading. Even Google’s homepage took fifteen minutes to display properly. It was like using dial-up again. Well, worse actually because dial-up is painfully slow but at least, pages do load eventually.

We called Bell. Technical support said there were issues in our area and that they would be solved within two to twenty-four hours. “Twenty-four hours like… like a day?” we shrieked. “What are we going to do? Talk to each other? Play board games? Clean the house? Make babies?”

“It’s okay”, shrugged Feng, always stoic. “Let’s just go see a movie. Let me just check the… oh fuck. How do we check the movie listings without Internet?”

It’s called reading the newspaper’s entertainment section. Of course, we don’t buy the Sun, the local tabloid, because I’m strongly allergic to its conservative backward editorials and reactionary stance. Fortunately, we are used to local movie schedules and knew that if we showed up around 6:30 p.m., we could probably catch a flick. We ended up watching The Hangover II—it’s funny, not bad for a sequel. Plus it was in regular boring 2D without fuzzy special effects.

We are not technology addicts. I couldn’t care less about my cell phone (in fact, I rarely pick it up and often forget it in my bag, much to my friends’ annoyance) and we don’t have any fancy gadgets such as iPads, iPhones, iTouch, eBook readers etc. But we both got used to relying on a high-speed Internet connection to get a lot done—checking bus schedules, watching the news, calling people through Skype, planning trips and events, working, shopping and relaxing.

I always feel like I discovered Internet years after everybody else did. In fact, it was only in 1999, while in China, that an engineering student took pity on me and created my first email address. I had never touched a computer before except to play pool on my dad’s Macintosh but I fell in love with the web right away, mostly because I was 16 years old and poor. At the time, web providers were trying to lure French people into the wonderful online world with a lot of AOL CD-ROMs. Getting online was sometimes challenging, between AOL’s perpetually busy signal and the erratic per-minute (and then eventually per-month) billing. But tons of things were suddenly available at our fingertips. We had a quick and cheap way to communicate, to download music, to share documents and to play.

Since that, I’ve been a huge fan of the online world. We used to have dial-up at home and then cable DSL. At night, we are both invariably typing on our respective computers, doing business, writing or editing pictures. I love having the world at my fingertips, getting lost in reading other blogs or obscure articles on Wikipedia. It relaxes me.

On Monday morning, Feng called me at work: “I’m back online! Internet is working!” It was a huge relief, mostly because it meant we wouldn’t have to spend a day at home waiting for a technician to show up “between 7 a.m. and 7 p.m.” (gee, thanks, very easy…!).

And now we are back to our usual connected self. But we are strongly considering asking Bell to shut off our connection randomly, just once in a while. See, this weekend had been strangely relaxing without Internet.

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Juliette

Writer and translator. Mostly elsewhere.

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