Ancient Me

Everyone has days when their thoughts seem profound and unique. For a writer, that day is always yesterday.

Before blogs were invented, normal people either kept their profound thoughts to themselves, they thought some more about them, or wrote them down so they could go back and look at them later. They might have told someone else, but they most likely would not have broadcast them. After reflection, they might crumble up that note, evidence of their own silliness, and feel glad that they hadn’t spoken it aloud.

I’m sure many great thoughts were sent into the dustbin in this way. Many foolish notions also found there way there, though some did not. But history, which might have been cluttered with more inane discussions of things that don’t matter, is much neater as a result of this self-editing process.

Now we all have the means (and maybe even the social obligation) to broadcast our thoughts, profound and not-so. Enough people have blogged / tweeted / networked about the weblog / Twitter / Facebook phenomena; I won’t dig through that clutter again.

Let me just say one thing, though: if you haven’t uploaded a profile pic, you are either antisocial or really ugly. That is what fifteen year olds think, and I know because I asked twenty-nine of them. In this conversation, I suggested that privacy may be a concern for some people; they don’t want their face and their information all over the internet. All twenty-nine of them looked at me blankly. “Why not?” one finally asked. “Are they sex offenders?” More

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