My inner-geek has emerged as the result of my enrollment in a User Experience Design class. Theories about the web is like anger to Bruce Banner; my inner-babbling nerd busts out and next thing I know I'm spewing out my thoughts to anyone kind enough to listen. I know I avoid those people at Coffee Shops, but such is my karma that I now vow to pay that lonely old man shouting obscenities to his newspaper some time and respect. My mom was a librarian and while my research skills consist of typing some words into Google and waiting for the page to load, I must have some latent-Dewey decimal gene that threatens to turn me into a pasty woman who gets excited by categories (my mom - not me - always said librarians were weird).
Warning: Half-baked, unresearched ideas approaching.
So, the Information Age hit us like an asteroid, and, it seems that not only was the human brain not built to process so much data without going into permanent ADD overdrive, but neither are many of our existing data-viewing machines.
In the Stone Ages, we only had a few things to process, like, say how to turn wild Elk into dinner and bedding. Who to sleep with to protect you from the Woolly Mammoth. Where to go the bathroom without getting killed by a lion. All that maybe took up a couple of walls on the cave of hieroglyphics. Then came farming (I'm skipping some stuff) and we had to learn how to milk cows and rotate crops (I said I don't research), and then the Industrial Revolution arrived and we learned how to shop for washing machines and look at magazine filled with images that made us want to shop some more. Fast forward to Now, and how to hide that annoying person on Facebook, and all kinds of crap that has nothing to do with staying alive and procreating, and, yet, takes so much bandwidth.
Sure, I would rather search for buttons than kill a woolly mammoth, but is this how I want to spend my life?
This is the problem. More to come.
Just for today, I'm a geek.