Where science and tech meet creativity.

Earlier this evening a friend sent me a link to this blog post. Having only recently been introduced to a gin that didn’t feel like fire, I was highly amused by the title and the image from the text of all of the US and UK simultaneously drunk on gin and overpopulation, well, it kept me reading (really – go read it). And at the end, my brain was recognizing that I can no longer handle non-interactive content without getting bored unless it is nuanced or artistic. For instance, Moulin Rouge sucked me in, as did Across the Universe. I require either nuance/artistry, interactivity, or multiple inputs. My personal bandwidth is high and demands to be fully sated with every bite. I am not a “Let’s watch Friends and eat chessy fries” kind of girl. That type of life would be lost in this household. While I write, my husband sits and plays ukulele with a dog in his lap (It’s the funniest thing I’ve seen all day), I blog, and we have on CSI on while we occasionally chat with one another or with folks on IM. This is downtime. This is us relaxing. This is two geeky smart people who blog doing 3 things instead of 30 as we enjoy the evening.

Our multi-pathway approach to life leads us to search out things that engage – flash based, flex coded websites that ask “Who are you? How can I challenge your mind/humor/aesthetics/body?” Sound embedded, video playing codes blink dynamic content across both of our screens across the day. Static sites don’t get much attention except as references. We want our toys to play with us, challenge us, and leave are brains filled with something new.

This is us at 30-something. What will tomorrows smart geek grow into? It is always a fascinating game to guess at tomorrows child’s lifestyle. I learned to count so I could find Pong on the Apple’s tape drive. I learned to type before I could write so I could call up Space Invaders. I learned to write Basic and play piano at the same young age (and really, one should not code Basic to play ones piano homework on an Atari). That childhood created an adult that sees a computer in the living room as normal as a couch, and a previously single women who was once caught in a bar with a laptop and no pen when asked for her number.

As we and our children switch over to spending our leisure lessoning our stress by classifying galaxies and dynamically identifying dust, what new doors are we opening? Instead of doing Suduko on a sub, will tomorrow’s kids test cosmological models on commuter trains? It will be a brave new world. I can’t wait to see it.