I ain't never gonna tell ya where the cornbread at



I’m future-posting

Tumblr apparently has a feature where you can control when you publish your blogs. Since I apparently have nothing better to do with my time, I’ve decided to check it out right now. I sent myself three messages: one for tomorrow (which is technically in one minute), one for next month, and one for today’s date, 2059.  This kind of reminds me of that one Radiolab episode where that one young guy died but he had written posts in advance, so his parents and loved ones could see them. Maybe I’ll send myself some other posts, just to creep myself out or motivate me to do things in the future. What does it say about me when I’m using my blog to write future messages to myself? I’ll be called an internet-abuser and a technocentrist. But now I’m thinking about how I read something recently about how in today’s wired society, we’re using our laptops, smartphones, and other devices with screens as extensions of our own minds. Instead of, “Hey, I’ll ask Karen about the mandolin when I see her next” it’s become Text Karen Now So You Don’t Forget About It Later.  No thought involved. Which is okay, in a way, because there’s no thought necessary. But it’s gotta be doing something to our minds in the long run, something like decreasing our ability to plan logistically. I don’t know. 

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