Legacies
Did you know there’s a whole new group of humans who’ve grown up almost completely with constant access to the internet?
For this new species, screen names have gone by the wayside. I attribute most of this to Facebook. So what happens now is that when people want to post what they think and how they feel and who they’re mad at (and how they choose to be mad at them) they do it for the most part as themselves. A lot of them, like myself, have their own names plastered all over their blogs and everything they do.
Being able to remember a time without the internet I think gives me some kind of perspective. It means I can appreciate just how powerful it is. How powerful? Well, how many times do you think these kids who post their hateful trash think about the fact that every one of these words is going to be archived and fully searchable by future girlfriends/boyfriends, employers (or would-have-beens), and any offspring they might end up responsible for. Imagine being able to Google everything your grandfather ever posted on his Tumblr.
“Gee, Gramps was a terrible human being, and he was proud of it.”
Doesn’t that scare anyone? Forget about fearing the wrath of God, or having to deal with whatever happens after your life is done here, think about this - after you die, don’t you want to be remembered favorably? I know I do.
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In other news, I’m driving across the United States. Currently I find myself in Rawlins, Wyoming, the only town for about a hundred miles in either direction. That’s how Cappy’s, which appears to be the only non-chain restaurant in the immediate area, gets away with serving gluey guacamole and quintuple-refried beans.
Tomorrow I’ll go through Salt Lake City, which should be cool.
Very slim chance I’ll get all the way to Reno tomorrow night, but should be primed for an arrival early on Saturday.
Good night internet. I hope you’re taking care of yourself.
