Wednesday, March 14

We Want Information, Information, Information*

And these days we get that information too.. and I wonder if sometimes that's taken all of the fun out of it all.

For example, this afternoon we were sat around discussing the sweets and drinks of our youth. I know what you're thinking: you fuckers discuss the weirdest shit during the working day and, you know what, yes we do! Anyway, I suddenly remembered that I used to really enjoy a drink called "Quatro". Now all we could recall from memory was that it had four fruit flavours in it, had a huge fucking Q on the label and had a really cool advert where all of these fruits were put into this machine that was labouring and steaming away (honestly, in my mind this machine was so fucking cool it could have been off the set of "Blade Runner", but if I could see it now I'd probably realise it was just lame), and then this can of Quatro shot out and this cyber-punk looking kid caught it. So we reminisced about this, and other drinks.

But we don't need to dredge these memories up anymore, not with the internet at our fingertips, no we simply type "Quatro" into Wikipedia and all our memories are confirmed and our questions are answered. I wonder if "Wiki"-ing or "Google"-ing (for they must surely both become verbs one day. Fuck it, if architect can any noun or brand name surely can apply for verb status) will one day completely replace recalling things from memory? Will we soon forget how to reminisce? And will all of our memories, currently softened and somehow given a rose tint by the years that have passed one day just be replaced with the ultra-sharp, Hi-Def results from the favourite search engine of the day.. Who knows?

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