There was a little extra piece of finality with my grandmother’s death over the weekend, with her grave marker finally being installed. The fact that it took this long is another story, but it got me thinking about what I want to do with my blog and social media profiles.
Presuming that the current big-hitters will still be around in sixty to seventy years, I think I’d want my Facebook and Twitter profiles to stay around. I don’t subscribe to the idea of an afterlife, so my original thoughts on the subject were to have the profiles removed. I’m gone, so my digital footprint should follow suit.
My stance has evolved, though, and I think they should stick around. Twenty years ago, when you died your journals and diaries would be handed down, right? Your photos are archived, regardless of you being the primary focus in the framing.
I look at Facebook as a digital photo album. I know there’s other uses for it, but I primarily use it as a semi-public photo sharing service. I decide who sees my photographs, and it’s no different than controlling a physical scrapbook or album. Twitter would probably be a major clusterfuck to my grandkids’ grandkids perusual, since its content is so situational to specific events with an added limitation of short remarks for context.
This blog is what interests me the most. I’d love to have a way to look back at what my great-great grandparents were thinking about when Lincoln was elected to the presidency. How any generation in my family’s past felt about all of the wars that happened… All of that is really fun to contemplate. You can gauge general consensus through microfiche, but unless there’s a letter to the editor published, we don’t have anything concrete.
Wouldn’t it be fun to amass an archive of how your family has leaned on social issues? Seeing if your ideals are vastly different from those two or three generations ago is intriguing to me. Is my view shaped directly in contrast to those most recently before me? Were theirs?
I’m really compelled by the thought of reading things my ancestors wrote, in their own words. The closest I can come to this presently is a journal my mother kept while she was pregnant with me. Experiencing her emotions as she prepared the nursery, the pride imbued by my grandparents that I was on the way… It’s just nice reading her words from the time.
That’s what my goal is with this blog now. I’ve been writing daily for almost a month and the catharsis is helping my mental stability. I want to put into my will that this blog live on for as long as humanly possible, so anyone interested can see what I was thinking in my own words. Think about that. Instead of having a nice pocket watch handed down, you get the honor of maintaining a 100-year-old blog by some old curmudgeon. Congratulations!
Besides, I get fucking annoyed when I go to sign up on a new web site as MetalFrog and the name is already taken. Imagine how pissed some dude or chick will be in 2094 when MetalFrog.us has been registered for 84 years! Suck shit, asshole, the name is mine!
PS: as I was tagging this entry, I was hit with a somber feeling. As a person that often plans for extensibility in my work, my tags for this post include “my will” and “ancestry.” Really putting my life into perspective in the form of hashtags. REAL.
PPS: That’s another interesting thing to consider… Internet lingo creates idioms that are extremely short-lived. Just think how “PWNED” makes you cringe now, and it’s only been six or seven years… Let’s hope Urban Dictionary, Encylopedia Dramatica, and Know Your Meme last as long as my blog.