With the statement above ^^ I’m not even attempting to be profound.  This is not the “real” blog post of the week.  It’s just a sorta transitional moment of one.  I feel the need to mark the week as maybe a kind of important one for me as I caught a glimpse of myself living in the future.  We are bathing in the future; it’s like the anecdote that David Foster Wallace told in his much admired and ballyhooed graduation speech at Kenyon College three years before his death about the two young fish who don’t know what water is because they swim in it incessantly.  They are so much in it that they have no awareness of it.

David Foster Wallace at Kenyon College, 2005

I have spent the last couple of days gliding from the desktop to the laptop to the iPad and (more pointedly because I just got it) the new Samsung smartphone and back again. (My God, I love that phone.)  I have been:  raiding and collecting stones, oil, and meat on WoW for valor points, swearing at Second Life because the lag kept stealing my avatar’s hair and facelight (didn’t spent much time there as a result), making  mashups of people’s short cat videos and some animated text that I managed to make dance in Adobe After Effects (not the most intuitive program in the world) and posting them on YouTube, photographing my food in a Panera Bread factory and sharing in in a Google Plus community, tweeting about politics and connected learning, watching a few minutes here and there of the Max Headroom pilot on YouTube (thinking it was a 1990s show and being told it was 1985 and having an omg moment, because it really was ahead of its time), emailing and emailing and emailing about MOOCs as my colleagues and I try to wrap our 20th-century minds around new impending paradigm shifts in education.  And then…I have to exercise because my body wants movement so I jump on the bike while watching Star Trek: Insurrection.  Somehow, I missed decades of classic sci-fi movies, including most of the Star Wars series and all of Star Trek movies.  (Some of it I’m glad I didn’t pay for in the theater, after all.)

In short, I have become a caricature of Homo Interneticus in middle age.  I don’t really want it to change except that I want time to be structured differently.  That’s part of the syndrome….fantasies about changing the structure of how we experience time may end up being some new form of porn for Homo Interneticus.  Everyone covets (lusts after) their very own TARDIS.  Yesterday wasn’t long enough…let’s go back there and extend it.  What did we need to do?  Shave our legs?  Scrub the mold that’s starting to form around the shower drain?  Make homemade chutney?  Call someone and tell them we love them?  Sleep another hour?

I can’t believe it’s almost midnight AGAIN.  See you on the other side.