In the New Yorker<\/i> a couple issues back, they ran a profile of a Microsoft engineer who is attempting to record and preserve every aspect of his daily life. Every e-mail he’s written, every photograph that he’s taken or appeared in, he even records his conversations with a small digital recorder. He seems to think that before long, everyone will be documenting their lives on the fly.<\/p>\n
I think I’ve previously mentioned my compulsion for saving old e-mails and archiving my college papers and atrocious poetry. And I have sometimes daydreamed what it would be like to have some sort of brain augment to capture, store, and catalog every second of waking life. Think of all the facts I could harvest from such a record. How many hours of my life have I spent in front of the computer? How many kisses have I received and from whom? Did I really say that awful thing to you that one time? Imagine if each one of us was constantly and subconsciously compiling a personal almanac that could be referenced at any time. It could be a great way to correct misunderstandings (“See, I did return that tennis racket I borrowed from you.”). But it might also drive home the unceasing and cumulative tedium of existence (I’ve spent how<\/i> many hours of my life in the bathroom?”).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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