I’ve been talking about the power and depth of the Internet with people a lot lately. I mean, I’m all over the Internet. Google me and pages of juicy stuff pops up. Facebook me and you’ll find over 1,000 photos of me sticking out my tounge/chewing with my mouth open/looking drunk. I have two blogs and contribute to another. I’ve got videos. I’m everywhere.
Now, I’m obviously going to have children. Maybe even a hearty handful of them. My kids are going to be able to Google me. They’re going to learn about me day-by-day, picture-by-picture, word-by-word. This is fascinating. I mean, I find out random but huge things I never knew about my parents all the time (i.e. My mom and Wendy had a business called Pretty Pictures back in the early 80’s when they were roomies. They represented illustrators and were also so poor they ate tuna fish sandwiches everyday. Oh, and yes my mom and dad were married and Lil was alive - my mom just didn’t want to break her lease). The thing is, I learn about all these fun facts in the real flesh and blood. All this upcoming generation is going to need to do to get the scoop on their rents is dig around on the World Wide Web. Maybe that will be school project in 2030 - write a story about your parents based upon the facts available on the Internet.
Today Lil gchatted me with some funny news. Mom wrote on her Facebook wall: Hey, there is a 23 year old boy who is currently working here at M|W and he’s moving to SF in August. I’m giving him your contact information. Ryan Montgomery. Finishing art school of some kind. He doesn’t know anyone. First our mother joins Facebook to play Scrabble with us - the next thing you know she’s friends with my ex-boyfriend and letting Lil know she gave her digits to a random via wall post.
Oh, Internet, I love the way you move!
