Friday, June 3, 2016

Memory and the Internet

My sister and I were recently arguing about the memory of a cartoon you may know: the one with a football involved. A girl holding the ball, then boy running to it, only to miss the ball because the girl pulled it away. Well, at least that’s how she remembers it. And even if it seems basically right, this memory, I think that she’s wrong.

I argued my point: that the cartoon had much more to it than that. Essentially, she was wrong that all it was trying to convey was some heuristic inherent to humans (or even Americans).

My view, backed up with multiple secondary sources, was that the story had so much more to it: that the boy loved that game more than anything: lived and breathed it and that the girl had the only ball around. I even showed her the cartoons which showed just what I claimed.

But she wouldn’t believe it and demanded to see original sources: in this day and age anyone could create counterfeit cartoons with their computer. Also the world was what I wanted and she could see the thinks I had learned, after seeing the first cartoon, having info ted my memory. Her memory, however, could not be hacked so easily.

I let it be at that. I was there for a wedding and not an argument. In our family we were two of the less argumentative ones. 

Later, I wondered if she were right. There was a moment on the internet when one could google facts and settle arguments. But that moment was long past, excepting for the simplest of facts or spelling.

What then was true? A visit to a physical library might help solve this, but the end result is online online one was easily swindled.

My issue was I was the one who counterfeited those cartoons. I had taken great pains to change such a well-known narrative. Let’s put aside for a second what that says about me and let’s focus on my sister’s resilient defenses against renewing that narrative. It’s impressive, for even the original creator had accepted these cartoons as his (and so a  visit to a physical library would prove me right). 

But what happens when the next generation sees all these cartoons? Certainly they’ll have been reeducated. I suppose I was foolish, then. Perhaps this conversation should focus on may desire to change the narrative. I, of course, don’t agree with that.

Back to my sister: she much have seen that gleam in my eye, then. A hint at my mischievousness that she must have known of since my childhood. All this has taught me is that I should stay online. The world here is so much more easily manipulated.  

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