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texts from last month

September 1, 2009

Cleaning out my sent text messages last night, it occurred to me that if you took a random sampling (excluding all the ones that say things like “Ugh, traffic, be there in 20”), you’d have a tidy and fairly accurate snapshot of my life this summer. It’s what passes for biography in the age of Twitter, I know, but an interesting exercise nonetheless.

  • A Tuesday, 8:54 PM: My apartment is being overtaken by ants, and I came home to find my landlord in my kitchen wearing a pith helmet.  I’m living in an Indiana Jones movie.
  • A Friday, 11:40 PM: Want to come to my place and I’ll drive?  Nobody in Watts wants my car and they might want yours.
  • A Thursday, 3:32 PM: Dude, my left leg looks like somebody came after me with a hammer.  No idea what happened.
  • A Wednesday, 10:14 PM: Almonds, a banana and some mango sorbet, all eaten standing in the kitchen at 10 p.m.  Think that counts as dinner?
  • A Sunday, 1:46 AM: Bouncer won’t let me upstairs come down-!!
  • A Monday, 11:22 PM: I just wore toeshoes around the house all night on a whim, then took them off and remembered why you don’t wear toeshoes around the house all night.
  • A Friday, 10:52 PM: I am having a conversation about cheese factories.  So happy.

P.S. Does it ever occur to you what a terrible time historians are going to have, trying to chronicle the modern age? We don’t write things down anymore; we put all our ephemera in our phones and our computers and then delete it in search of more RAM.  Writing that does survive is going to have to be extracted from obsolete machines by a crack team of IT specialists.  Computer geeks are the archaeologists of the future, I’m pretty sure.

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  1. September 2, 2009 8:08 pm

    A trawl through my text messages would prove far less interesting. In fact, I hardly ever send any these days anyway.

    I would agree about historians having a tough time of it looking back at today. I know I wouldn’t want to have to trawl through all the information that flies around now, trying to discern what was important or accurate.

    A conversation about cheese factories also sounds like the kind of thing that would make me happy too.

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