Digital Cultures

The Coursera course,”E-learning and Digital Cultures,” starts on January 28, 2013; however, hundreds of people are already actively engaged in “proliferating” the digital cultures and learning in the process.

I am a member of a Facebook group dedicated to setting up learning digital groups, exchanging ideas, and enthusiastically anticipating  the course beginning.

Group members exchange Twitter accounts, set up blogs, and create virtual study groups. Every day I learn about a new social media tool, a new cool website, and a new cool technology tool for sharing information. My head swirls with digits and images. And the course has not yet started!

Participants will craft new blogs – each presenting an individual perspective on what is happening in the digital world, each fighting for your attention, and each adding one more bit in the billion of bits of information.

As a participant I will reflect on what it…

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A Road Less Traveled: Adventure with Green Tortoise (Part III)

Day 4

With clean cloths and clean hair, I was in a good mood for our next adventure: the geysers at Yellowstone National Park. More than 300 geysers, all part of a large volcanic system, constantly release pressure in the form of steam, smoke, and bubbly mud.

For more information on the history and geology of the Yellowstone go to:

Morning Glory Geyser at Yellowstone

Morning Glory Geyser at Yellowstone

The Green Tortoise bus dropped us a few miles away from the visitor’s center and we resumed a slow stroll along a trail with labeled geysers.

Under the scorching heat, we dragged ourselves from one “wonder” geyser to another, seeking protection from hard-to-find trees. Orange-yellow, egg-shaped geysers replaced baby-blue, eye-shaped ones. From the mineral deposits, some geysers, such as the impressive Castle Geyser, developed tall structures and strange shapes.

The Castle Geyser at Yellowstone

The Castle Geyser at Yellowstone

Baby-blue geyser at Yellowstone

Baby-blue geyser at Yellowstone

The geysers have distinctive, and often, funny names. My favorite, the Economic Geyser, made me chuckle. I thought, “A great logo for the Great Recession we are currently in.” Others competed for our attention with names like Beauty Pool, Comet Geyser, Infant Geyser, Lion Geyser, etc.

Here is an alphabetic list of geysers at Yellowstone:

Our final destination was the Old Faithful, perhaps, the most famous geyser in North America, called “Faithful” because it erupts predictably every 91 minutes, satisfying the desire of thousands of visitors per year to observe geology in action.

As the Old Faithful was about to erupt, a standing crowd of tourists raised their cameras in expectation. The geyser made a few abortive attempts, and then, suddenly, it showed its full glory. We added to the million redundant camera shots of Old Faithful, a proof that we participated in the grand circus of people with technology eager to frieze a fleeting moment for the digital eternity.

Day 5

I learned today that the Yellowstone National Park has its own Grand Canyon, the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone, not to be confused with the one and only Grand Canyon.



As we were talking excitedly about our next destination, our bus suddenly stopped. There were lines of cars in front of us and behind us. It was a herd of bison! Drivers slowed down to take photos of the nearby bison, a few of them shamelessly running along the line of cars or crossing in front of them.

We were shooting pictures from the left, right, and driver’s window, competing for the best shot of bison.

Hundreds of bison photos after, we arrived at the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone. The Artist’s Point, the end of the first trail, revealed a panoramic view of the canyon, the creek, and a tall waterfall in the distance. The intricate mingling of yellow, orange, pink, green, blue, and rocky brown created a divine combination. “Yes, this is what I have come for! The colors, the height, the unimaginable beauty of a canyon!”

The Waterfall at the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone

The Waterfall at the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone

The 300 stairs leading towards the waterfall

The 300 stairs leading towards the waterfall

Some of us went down the challenging 300 step-stairs to the waterfall. Steep and dizzy downhill, hard-to-breathe and muscle-cramping climb uphill, it was worth every single step. At the end of the stairs, we saw a rainbow caressing the tall roaring waterfall. I was speechless.

Later on, a few of us took a trail to a smaller waterfall, then were able to sit closer to it, and even feel the small drops of water on our tired bodies. Immersed in the sound of thundering waterfall, we were just there with no thoughts, no expectation, nothing but presence.

A Road Less Traveled: Adventure With Green Tortoise (Part II)

Day 3

Having slept in a tent on a hard surface in the cold Wyoming night, I woke up re-energized and eager for new adventures. Today’s destination was a hike to the Inspiration Point above Jenny Lake at Grand Teton National Park.

Majestic Grand Teton mountain range

Majestic Grand Teton mountain range

On the way to our hike, we learned from our French-speaking friends on the bus that Grand Teton, the peak at 3,770 feet (4,197 m) height after which the park was named, means “large breast” in French, a name supposedly coined  by French explorers who first spotted the peak. To learn more about the name controversy go to:

Crossing the Jenny Lake by boat we looked at the tall snowy peaks hovering above the lake. Few drops of rain splashed on our faces, yet nothing could deter our determination to climb up the hills.

The sun peaked through the clouds. The surrounding landscape emanated simultaneously a feeling of coldness and warmth: cold white glaciers touching the endless blue sky, warm green pine trees brushing against the cotton-white clouds.



The Inspiration Point, the end point of our hike, allowed for a panoramic view across the Jenny Lake and the various mountain peaks. Hikers took a chance to rest their legs, enjoy the view, and eat their lunch. We had turkey sandwiches and few mandarins to quench our thirst. Dehydration is the worst enemy of hikers so water bottles and juicy fruits are a must on long trails.

As we were munching on our sandwiches, the smallest squirrel I had ever seen shamelessly approached us. I thought to myself, “What a perfect toy (or prey) for my cats. ” I am always astonished at how different squirrels are by shape, size and color in different locations and altitudes.

The trail was crowded. People of all nationalities and ages were forming a single line and carefully watching their steps on the stony and, at places, treacherous road.

Civilization had encroached on pristine beauty, and I was a part of the problem, eager for personal enrichment. I pondered on the paradox of my, and others, love for untouched-by-human-hand nature and my human desire to be present in it.  How could I enjoy nature without impacting it with my human and flawed behavior?

Jenny Lake and the surrounding mountains

Jenny Lake and the surrounding mountains

On the way back, James and I took the two-mile trail along the lake. It was perhaps my favorite part of the hike. We passed by some astonishing flowers in bright red, yellow, white and blue colors and looked at the crystal clear water of the lake. As we were going downhill, the vegetation around us changed from pine trees to trees with larger-surface leaves.


Showers are a luxury on campgrounds and we had the privilege to use some for two days at our campsite in Grand Teton National Park.

I had just finished showering, a complex process involving accounting for all the small bits and pieces a human needs to feel comfort- a shampoo, hair conditioner, soap, comb, clean clothes (which can be hard to find after several days of hiking and no access to a laundry machine), water-proof shoes, hair-drier (No! I did not bring one but I rented one at the camp site.) and many others. Carrying all that in a backpack to a shower and back is a part of the camp experience.

I was on my way back to our camp site when, all of sudden, it was pitch dark and there were no people on the road. I turned on my flashlight and looked around. Some signs were pointing to the number of our camp site, but somehow everything looked different. Had that large trailer been over there before?  Soon I realized that I had no idea where I was, so I decided to go back to the starting point and find people to direct me. I was lucky to bump into some people of our group and then James found me in the dark and helped me get back to the camp site.

Nobody had explained to me that there were separate group and individual sites with the same loop and camp site numbers. For veteran campers that might have been a common knowledge, but it was unknown for a city person like me.

Camp Fire

There cannot be camping without a camp fire. Gathered around its smoky flames, holding sticks with marshmallows above the fire, singing camp songs under the leadership of Tess, our second driver, we forgot all our worries, our online personalities, our connection with the civilized world. We were hypnotized and purified  by the power of camp fire. It was the end of a great day.

The man with the dog

It was a perfect day. No clouds in the sky, no clouds in my heart. I was biking on a sidewalk and spotted a pedestrian with a dog from a distance. As I approached them, I gradually slowed down and stopped. I was planning to let them walk and then continue my ride, as I usually do with pedestrians on sidewalks, but the man with the dog waved at me signaling that I could go first. I nodded and rode my bike slowly past him. At that moment the man said, “You should not be biking on the sidewalk.” Stunned, I blurted, “But there are too many cars on the street,” and left the scene.

I continued to argue with the stranger in my head. If only he knew….I never bike fast on a sidewalk and when I see pedestrians I slow down. But, no. He had to have the moral superiority.

This sidewalk is located off a parking lot (the parking lot of the T Bar & Fusion Cafe for the locals) and seldom has the pleasure of anyone walking on it. I was on the sidewalk because the street design favors cars and puts bicyclists at a disadvantage. At this particular juncture, I had to cross at a zigzag to get on my desired path and I missed an opportunity to do so.  I stayed on the sidewalk hoping to cross when a second break in the traffic happened.

“And how did he come to this deserted sidewalk?” The unanswered questions bombarded my head. “He probably was driving. DRIVING! The act of sitting behind a wheel in  a metal can fuming carcinogenic concoction, heating the asphalt, assaulting my ear drums with the-right-to-do-whatever-I-want semblance of music, featuring American flags and “impeach the president” bumper stickers…”

Of course, he did not have a problem contributing to my allergies, the wonderful dusty air quality, and global warming (assuming that he is a driver…but how else would he come to a deserted sidewalk in a city that nobody but homeless, students, or immigrants walk?)

The man with the dog was long gone, but the sour taste and the unresolved debate in my head remained.

A New Beginning

And so the story begins…It is on this hot July evening that I have decided to make my internal dialogue public. I am nervous and, at the same time, excited at the opportunity to share my thoughts with the rest of the world.

It is probably the anxiety from the approaching U.S. presidential election, the nasty discourse raging in the virtual world, the negative public reception of the Health Care Reform and the recent Supreme Court’s decision to make it permanent,  the apathetic pedestrians on the nearly empty Chico streets, the global warming deniers, the feeling of isolation in an American mid-size city that made me want to start a blog.

Whatever the motives I hope this journey would lead me to new discoveries about myself, about society and humanity as a whole. I hope you would share your own thoughts on the subjects that would be discussed here. A new dialogue would then emerge to uplift our spirits.

Thank you for listening.