The penultimate day in April 2012 was bright and productive.
With my morning coffee I had Carol’s homemade cupcake while enjoying lazy Sunday morning music. Then I had brunch in the East Village with a new friend. Then I did something unplanned: I got a new hair do. For dinner I ate a pot of mussels with a side of fries while the man in my life ate fried chicken. Then came back home and did some work while multi-tasking to check the latest Facebook notices, to arrange a last-minute get together with friends over email, to reply to work email, and to finally read this intensely personal interview with the great Alison Bechdel.
Come to think of it, if I don’t tweet, facebook post, blog, or email about this one fine day – in other words, upload memory translated into digital data to the Interweb – I would probably never accurately retrieve it from the cobweb of my mind.
When was the last time I pulled out the plastic-encased photo album to flip through unfocused, analog snapshots from my year abroad in Japan? About four years ago. Until I do a long-overdue purge of my side of the closet, I may not return to the photo album for more countless years.
The hip thing to do would be to scan and upload all the snapshots to either Facebook album, Picasa, or Flickr and share among friends who would comment, like, and in turn share among their friends. I probably won’t do it, because it takes more time, and requires more effort, than taking new digital snapshots with the iPhone and live-tweeting from the present tense of my life.