I’m not sure people are really aware of just how much we rely on technology today.

As a former and future outdoor professional, I already knew how liberating a week without technology could be. After all, you can’t take your iPad on a backpacking trip through the Arizona canyons or Virginia wilderness. You can take your phone, but it won’t work in the backcountry anyway. Even a satellite phone is spotty and expensive. That’s reason enough to only use it for emergencies. Some of my fondest college memories came when I was unplugged in the wilderness. I was alone with my co-leads, my trip mates, and nature. Who needs a movie when you can lay in a sleeping bag on slick rock looking up at stars so bright and vast that it brings you to tears?


Who needs a TV when you have this? (Arizona)

I didn’t make the decision to unplug for a week in a day. It was over the course of several weeks that it dawned on me I was relying FAR too heavily on technology. My main enemy, ironically, was the Olympic Games.

Once every four years (two years, really, but it sounds a lot cooler saying ever four years) I splurge for the outrageous installation fees and first-time payments so that I can have cable and DVR during the two-week-long Olympic Games.

To many people (my parents, probably) that is an absurd reason to spend $200. But for an Olympic hopeful, it’s completely logical. Actors, after all, will attend other shows to fine-tune their craft. Film stars, I assume, go to the movies to support their fellows and to gain knowledge. It’s no different with athletes. The Olympics are our endgame, and so there is nothing that will keep us from watching them. I went so far during London 2012 as to schedule time off of work so I could watch the quarterfinals, semifinals and Olympic final of the women’s soccer tournament. It’s a good thing I did, too. I neglected to take the day off after the women’s skeleton races during Sochi, and I was emotionally affected by it five hours later at the start of my shift that I had trouble concentrating on my tables.

But I digress.

After two straight weeks of almost 24-hour television (seriously, it was on almost straight through the night), I was burnt out. Actually, after only a week and a half of the Games, I realized I just was not enjoying having cable at all. I love the Olympics. I love television (I’m a hard-core fan for a few shows, I’ll admit). But (and I know many of my former English teachers will shudder for my using ‘but’ as the beginning of a sentence) after two years straight of no cable, the sudden intrusion of it in my life was overwhelming. I couldn’t take it.


My last photo before unplugging

The final straw was the Oscars. I’m a big film buff. I didn’t used to be, but I’ve developed some friendships that have lead me to this point. As an intelligent adult, I’m able to see deeper into a film than when I was a child, when my movie-going experiences was pretty much, “Oh! [Insert actor’s name] is in it! Shiny colors! Pretty locations! Good story!”]. Now, I enjoy watching the films nominated for the major awards: Best Picture, Actor, Actress, Director, Supporting, etc, and because I watch a majority of films being honored, I become invested in how they get recognized.

So there I sat, watching the Oscar telecast while scrolling through Twitter on my phone to track what other people were saying about Ellen’s pizza deliveries and John Travolta’s second straight year of butchering a name. At the same time, I was texting two or three different people. I also was on my iPad, browsing through a few websites. All at the same time.

My generation has excellent multi-tasking skills online…but that’s overkill, folks, and I knew it.

A week earlier, I had made a statement on Facebook that I was “…seriously considering a week (at least) away from technology, excepting emergency and personal phone calls, and maybe once-a-day email checks. This will come post-Oscars, but I’m thinking it’s 95% inevitable.” I stuck with that decision, and unplugged first thing Monday morning.

Little did I know how difficult it would be that first few days. As a regular user of the website tumblr, where a person can “track” a tag of something they like (the Olympics, USWNT, Frozen, Jessica Chastain, Veronica Mars are some of my tracked tags), to give up technology the day after the Oscars meant not seeing a million adorable posts, “gifsets”, and pictures from the event itself that make me go “awwwwww!” I do that frequently on tumblr, and to suddenly be stripped of that was difficult.

It is human nature to wonder what it is like to be someone else, and I’m no different. I like tracking celebrities, actors, athletes. It’s a guilty pleasure, and I have no qualms in saying here that I enjoy it (to an extent…I don’t support people or their children being harassed for a paparazzi photo, for instance, and I have been inspired by actress Kristen Bell and her crusade to introduce a No Kids policy with entertainment media). As early as Monday afternoon, I actually caught myself going on Safari and pulling up tumblr (having temporarily deleted the actual app from my phone and iPad to avoid that exact thing). It was ridiculous, and happened so fast that I was actually scrolling the page before I realized I had done it.

That was it. I shut down my iPad and stowed it in a clothes drawer. I switched my phone to airplane mode and shoved it into my purse. I knew I’d bring my phone with me if I drove anywhere, in case of emergencies, but that was all. I didn’t even take it to work.

What happened throughout the following week was rather remarkable, in that it was such an ordinary week that it was extraordinary. It’ll make sense, I promise.


The stack of books that accompanied me through the week. At the time of this blog, I’ve read three of them.

I ended up jotting down some thoughts in a notebook throughout the week, and I’ll share them now, exactly how I wrote them (retyped, because my handwriting was illegible).

Day 1:

Bored, listless. Cheated already.

1 episode of TV

Started and read cover-to-cover The Book Thief

Day 3: Caught myself peeking on FB/Twitter, but found I was actually wholly uninterested in statuses.

Day 4: Caught myself thinking as Facebook statuses & tweets. Literally would shape thoughts to tailor to a Facebook status. Who cares? –>The thoughts were forgotten and deemed unimportant within a few hours.

Day 5: Want to look at headlines.

“Miss” family and friends but knowing how easy it would be to get in touch with family, if I needed to, helps.


Things that happen in my day aren’t important to broadcast.

Not really looking to get back on FB-Twitter full-time. Maybe 1-a-day scan?

Cleaning out e-mail spam…unsubscribed from at least 12 mailings in the first 3 days (I checked e-mail once a day until about Thursday, when I did it every other day.)

Day 6: Found myself more occupied at work than I am with my phone nearby (shocker)

Spent less $ than when I had internet constantly

Forgot about taking my phone places

Falling asleep earlier, waking up earlier.

Yesterday, when I rejoined the world of technology, I immediately wrote the following Facebook status:


I was immediately hit with seven messages (and two texts) saying that I shouldn’t delete my accounts, that my posts would be missed, and that people are interested in seeing what I’m doing. First off: I’m flattered, you guys, and I understand that in this day and age, technology and social media are how acquaintances, friends, family stay in touch.

After a week of not sharing every detail of my life, however, I realized that I’m actually a private person. I enjoyed having my anonymity for a week, and I could logically see myself phasing myself away from social media; specifically, Facebook. I am by no means a public figure. I don’t have paparazzi following me everywhere, but there are enough people who are interested in how I live my life that I feel the need to protect the private parts of my life. I don’t mind sharing things with my family. Really, though, even my family doesn’t care what I’m eating for breakfast or what my political views are.

I have an unofficial athlete page that I’ve tried to promote. It is my ultimate goal to delete my personal Facebook account and use my athlete page to share my journey towards a possible Olympic bid. I’ll still have a twitter account, as it seems to be the best way to promote my athletic goals and do a tiny bit of fandom gushing, but that’s all I’ll keep public.

I don’t mean to climb up on a soap box or anything. I just had no idea a simple week away would change my opinions of social media so powerfully. I had an idea that I would start to lean towards less social media usage, but I didn’t know it would be so drastic. Perhaps I should have known. The worst part of a backpacking trip (other than the ascent out of a canyon after a week of 10-mile days with a 7- pound pack) is the return to technology. Except showers. The first shower back is the best part of a backpacking trip (am I right, PRM?).

I urge you to try unplugging for a week. Jot down your thoughts throughout the week on a notepad. Be aware of what you think and how you think it. Perhaps you’ll find, as I did, thoughts forming in 140 characters. Perhaps you’ll catch yourself online before you are even aware that you’re doing it.

Hopefully, you’ll find that the new episode of TV you’ve been waiting for really wasn’t as important as you thought it was, or that not knowing how Jennifer Lawrence spent her Oscar night won’t kill you. Maybe you’ll discover, or rediscover, that books are just as engrossing as the Internet (I read four books through the course of the week. Actual books, mind you. Not Kindle books and they were all incredible). You’ll probably find that not being in constant communication with your friends via text will give you more to talk about when you see them face-to-face. You’ll definitely become aware of people around you using technology instead of talking to each other, even at the dinner table.

The most important thing to discover, though, is how important you

That’s the biggest lesson I took from unplugging last week. Yes, I learned that I don’t need technology to survive. But I learned what technology was doing to my self-image, and I learned that, though it’s not a glaring thing, social media and constant electronic use was actually self-destructive. I’m an introvert, and I’m extremely hard on myself, and a major part of that is society-implemented. Cutting off my contact with such stereotypes and societal expectations, I got in touch with my own thoughts again.

I’m important, and I forgot that when I was too busy trying to see what my actor idols or sports heroes were up to. I spend so much time trying to prove myself to other people, trying to impress other people, that I completely forgot that there’s only one person I really need to prove myself to and impress: me.

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Frozen (2013)…Yes, this is a movie review.


It has been hailed as “a subzero Lion King” by the New York Post, and has been called “Disney’s best since Beauty and the Beast”.

I wouldn’t go so far as to thrust Frozen on the pedestal reserved for the likes of Beast, Aladdin, and another Haans Christan Anderson-based story, The Little Mermaid, but it is Disney’s best in quite a few years.

Following the dull, albeit beautifully illustrated Brave (2012), Frozen stuns. Disney animators have proven time and time again that hand-drawn scenery can be glorious and detailed (remember the hand-drawn bubbles in Mermaid?) but they chose to do this film with computer animation, and it doesn’t disappoint.

In 3D, snowflakes fly into one’s face, and the detail of ice and snow is jaw-dropping. During one eye-popping scene in which Queen Elsa (Idina Menzel) constructs her ice castle, I was half-expecting to smell the ice and snow as it swirled across screens. The visuals alone earn this film notability.

The story, however, leaves much to be desired. It begins promising enough: sisters Elsa and Anna (Kristen Bell) are princesses of Arendelle. As children, they use Elsa’s magical talent of creating snow and ice with her hands to create a winter wonderland in which to play. An unfortunate incident leaves Anna injured, and Elsa is instructed to keep her powers hidden and controlled and is isolated from Anna that moment onward.

Predictably, the girls grow up (the passage of time helped along by the wonderful song “Do You Want to Build a Snowman?”), and Elsa soon comes of age to take the throne as Queen. Her magic hidden from the world, Elsa keeps her cool during her coronation until her emotions get the better of her and she unleashes her powers, accidentally plunging the kingdom into an eternal winter.

Elsa flees in fear, but when she is alone, she realizes that she can “Let it Go” and use her powers without harming others. Tony-award winner Menzel dominates the Oscar-worthy showstopper with ease, as one might expect after her turn in Wicked. The vocals and graphics together creates the most visually stunning scene in the entire film.

Understanding her sister didn’t mean to throw her kingdom into winter, Anna is determined to talk to her and bring her back to Arendelle to rule. On the way north, she meets Kristoff (Jonathan Groff), an ice merchant (which Anna cleverly points out is a rough business to be in at the moment) and his reindeer buddy Sven. Both intrigued and annoyed with Anna, Kristoff finds himself along for the ride. They are soon joined by the hilariously adorable Olaf (Josh Gad), a snowman made by Elsa and Anna when they were children, who came to life with the magical snow.

There are several twists in the story make the adventure worth the slower start, as well as wisecracking one-liners, several visually stunning scenes, and an ending that will make most people’s hearts melt.

While Frozen is good with several storyline occurring at once (sometimes unsuccessfully), it would have soared with just one.

For a film that was previously entitled “The Snow Queen”, Menzel’s Elsa is sorely underused. It is Elsa who is the most captivating from the start, but following her self-induced selection as an adult, her story virtually disappears. The buildup of explaining her powers and the possible consequences of them could have lead to a magnificent plot, but there was so little focus on Elsa’s trials and growth that it would have taken away from the emotional impact when she was on screen, if not for Menzel’s emotional acting. Even so, Elsa’s character nearly vanishes to the background, with much more time being devoted to her sister, Anna.

Bell has a surprisingly beautiful singing voice, and she holds her own against Broadway veterans Mezel and Fontino Santana (Prince Hans). Her comedic timing is spot-on, though it is tough to stand up next to the king of one-liners, Olaf. Anna is endearing and stubborn, tenacious and loyal to her sister, and her character will surely be a favorite for this generation of children.

The cheerful snowman Olaf is a highlight of the film. With witty, heartfelt dialog and a cheerful outlook, the snowman carries the film. He also has one of the film’s more memorable songs, “In Summer” where he envisions what he will to do when the sun comes out (utterly oblivious to what happens to snow in the heat).

Frozen is, indeed, one of Disney’s best in years, better perhaps than 2009’s The Princess and the Frog. It is empowering to women, with no pesky central romance to distract from the focus of the two sisters fighting for each other. Boys will like the quirky Kristoff, and girls will love the fierceness of not one, but two strong female characters who will join the ranks of Disney princesses, and who will carry Frozen into Disney history.