Memory

[pecunium]

I was thinking last night, in that twilight before sleep took me, about memory, public memory.

I do a lot of writing and not much if it, anymore, is on paper, and I read a lot, most of it, sadly, not on paper, and I wonder what will happen to it. Will someone figure it is important, this sudden flowering of public discourse (like that which blossomed in the early days of the printing press).

But this flowering is impermanent (not that we have most of what was written as broadsheets). Forget the lack of censors, what I wonder about is the lack of paper. This LJ has a lot of words, and all but a few, live nowhere but on some remote server. I have spiders blocked, so Google hasn’t cached it, and I write most of this on the LJ editor. It has is not, nor has it ever been, recorded anywhere else.

Johnson, Burke, Franklin, Jefferson, Napoleon, both Pitts, Raleigh even so private a man as Wellington all left letters, diaries, written thoughts.

Those who feared the revelations of their minds told loved ones to burn them, when they died. I don’t need to do that. Unless someone has saved the e-mails I sent them, all of it will vanish after I die, for lack of a password I can even keep most of it from needing someone else to burn it… it will just languish until the host decides the account is dead, and “poof!” no more records.

So, I wonder if I should go and print all I’ve written, or just the parts I like, or none, let it lie as it is, for the culture of the net to solve.

I suspect, however, sheer laziness will mean what I’ve already written, save some which was for print, before it was for here, will remain as it is, in limbo… because it’s too much work to go and print it all.

But I will start to write it on my computer, and thus have at least one, slightly more, permanent record.

Comments

[soldiergrrrl.livejournal.com]

I'd like to see what you've written archived somewhere. I, sadly, cannot offer to do so, since I'll be leaving shortly, and the papers will molder in storage.