Randomly Intermittent Thoughts

I have come to the realization that I must be addicted to information. If I am not actively involved in something like work, gaming, or watching TV, I have to be reading. It doesn’t matter what.

I could be reading an article about Paris Hilton’s latest escapades in the night life of LA. I could be reading an article about the coming processor war between AMD and Intel, and how they are competing for my hard earned cash. I could be reading a book about quantum physics and how the universe is really just a huge quantum computer.

I am not a big Mac fan, yet I read technical articles on its inner workings. Why do I do this? It doesn’t help me with my day to day job. I don’t have a Mac to tweak.

I read quantum physics books because I think it is cool to say, “I read a quantum physics book last week” (also I like the weirdness that is the submicroscopic realm).

Can the human mind process all this data into anything relevant? After all these articles are read, do I gain anything? Do I actually extract information?

I have actually caught my self feeling somewhat at a loss, when I go to my custom Google homepage and notice that I have read all the articles currently there. I am like “what do I do now?” Where do I find more stuff to read to fill this urge?

Why do I fill my brain with all this stuff? Can the brain actually fill up? Am I actually discarding things? Should I remember something that is now replaced by the latest antics of Tom Cruise? I hope I haven’t lost anything important.

I am addicted to information…

Admitting it is half the battle, right?

I was watching a TV show the other day. A girl was about to have her 13th birthday. This seems reasonable for a TV show to have.

The thing that caught my attention was the girl asked for a progression of things:

Girl: Can I get a cell phone?
Parents: No.

Parents: Ok, you’ll get your own email account, but we’ll have the password and can check on any emails sent/received/deleted.
Girl (all giddy and overflowing with delight): Yay, this is the best birthday ever.

My question is: When did getting an email change into a Rite of Passage for young girls and/or boys. I can understand the parents wanting full access, but why is the girl giddy?

What happened to cars (or just even driving) being the main Rite of Passage?