When my Gmail asked me if I wanted to try out the new Hangout widget in place of the regular GChat one, I clicked yes, of course. I always click yes, because I’m a webbie, a technologist, a wannabe futurist.
Fast forward a few hours later, when my Android phone buzzes that a friend is inviting me to a hangout. I click accept, and lo and behold, there is my friend on my phone’s screen. At the same time, since I was sitting on my cameraless desktop, he was also on my desktop computer. He saw me through my phone. I saw him through his desktop’s camera. He was chatting through his phone. I could hear him on my headset.
It was like magic, the seamless connectivity between my phone and my desktop. The seamless conversation. The trippiness of two mediums for one point of contact. It’s insane, actually. I’m a technologist. This is what I do all day. Yet, here I am, sitting on my desktop, amused to death by the magic of it all. Futurism in the age of Google isn’t about the future. It’s about now. Shit, I’m so tripped out.
Shit, does the fact that I recognize the magic mean that I am becoming really old?