"Pinceladas" are brushstrokes in Spanish. I plan to paint a hundred days in a row, a paragraph at a time.
Day 84 ~ Lifetime
When I was born, most people had
black and white TVs and nobody
drove with seat belts on. In fifth
grade I was lucky to be introduced
to a new programming language...
BASIC. Soon after, my family
bought the first computer, an
Atari, which had just appeared in
the market two years earlier. Half
way through college, my
telecommunications teacher said in
the future we
would all
carry a cellular phone, which
seemed unbelievable to most
people. My last semester of college I
studied in Germany and used a cool
new thing to communicate with
other classmates studying abroad:
email. Also at that time the world
saw the birth of the first web
browser, accessible mostly by
universities. That was half a life
ago. Not much later, the future my
professor predicted came into
being, less than ten year after
his forecast. Count
fifteen more
years and our
phones do
everything for
us: they wake
us up, keep
our daily
agendas, give
us directions,
take
photographs,
play music for
us, pay our
groceries. I
have less than
half a life
left, and I
wonder what
lay in store.
Whatever it
is, I hope it
doesn't
dehumanize us.
The many hours
we spend on
our phones
have already.
Day 100 ~ Completion
This will be my last par...