TOTALLY WIRED
Now that I’ve turned my mind to reveling in the glory of technology, I’ve been gazing back at the olden, golden days. And the other day I remembered that, once upon a time, humans had to remember things. Not just useful things like phone numbers or how to calculate percentage change. Also things that had no right to occupy brain cells, like whether the best draft of your novel was in a Word doc named “Next Great American!!” or “Next Great American???? Revision 4,” and, worse, did you save said doc in a folder named To Do List or YOU CAN DO THIS? Also, did the path to said folder lie behind /Documents/New Years Resolutions or /Desktop/Private/My Dreams? I mean, bless Steve Jobs and his Cult of Skeumorphians for turning command lines…