I was joking with my mom yesterday about a commercial I’d just seen regarding a woman who said "I read an article… well I read the majority of an article online…".
Who knew I’d be re-living that moment today?
In this A.D.H.D. world of Twitter updates, 24-hour news cycles, updating-phone widgets and the like, sitting down and reading something in its entirety has become quite the venture.
I am TUH-O-TOTALLY guilty of skimming things, ‘getting the gist,’ and movin’ on up to bigger and better things. I once could read 7 different books in a week, and now find myself happy when I get through my RSS feed of Mashable articles (which, in case you didn’t know, run extremely short).
Still, my ‘read the majority’ joke didn’t kick into reality til today, when I sent over this quick article from Gawker called "How To Prepare For A Hurricane." (NSFParents).
I quickly scanned the paragraph titles: Evacuate, Don’t Panic, Stock Up, Fight The Power, Batten Down the Hatches, Have Something to Do, Have a Party.
All seemed well and the few lines I did read over mentioned ‘downloading movies from iTunes’ and playing cards. Great ideas! I quickly right clicked, typed out my family’s e-mail addresses, and a couple of close friends too… and voila, SENT.
As I was just about to close the page, I noticed a word that didn’t seem to fit the article title. So I started to really read the article.
OH MY GOD. I slapped my forehead and frantically clicked tabs to get back to Gmail. That article, had some additional ‘tid-bits’ that didn’t make it as wholesome as I’d initially thought.*
(*Should’ve known, after all, it IS Gawker. D’oh!*)
Now, here’s where Google Labs’ 30-second UNSEND button would come in handy… had I not spent more than a minute reading and gasping at the article that I’d just sent.
Soooo… there it went. An article not fit to send to your mother, and I had effectively sent it to mine. And my father. And 5 other people.
READ BEFORE YOU SEND.
Have you done this before?
So my dad found this gem on the interwebs and I. could. not. stop. staring. My mom ‘replied all’ with one word: "WOW" which pretty much sums up how much she wants that house. Like now.
All this seems so space-agey, so Back to the Future… yet with the advent of readable newspapers, video-conferencing, and instant and gratuitously social media, I’m guessing that this isn’t far off. In fact, it’s probably already here.