It startles me at times how much I have to say and how prolifically I write. I wonder if my kids will just flip through my journals when I die and say "Whoa. What now?" What will they do with them? Odds are, they'll be turned into some digital file anyway and everyone can get a copy on a CD. No, CDs will be way out dated. They'll be inserted into the drive in their neck for physical digital storage. Then they can read Granny's ramblings wherever and whenever. Hmmm.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
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It startles me at times how much I have to say and how prolifically I write. I wonder if my kids will just flip through my journals when I die and say "Whoa. What now?" What will they do with them? Odds are, they'll be turned into some digital file anyway and everyone can get a copy on a CD. No, CDs will be way out dated. They'll be inserted into the drive in their neck for physical digital storage. Then they can read Granny's ramblings wherever and whenever. Hmmm.
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