I’ve never thought of myself as a hoarder, yet the other day I found myself staring at the makings of a never to be opened cord museum. Why a cord museum you ask, or why hang onto obsolete stuff? Yes, those are both excellent questions. First lets address the crazy. I guess I’ve always envisioned a not so distant future where I might require any number of obsolete plugs, pins, and prongs, you know just in case we ever returned to an analog world, or I needed to charge up my Newton. Intellectually I know I will never need any of these relics, but I still can’t bring myself to get rid of them. In my defense it’s a really big box in my basement, but beyond that there’s this overwhelming feeling that somehow letting go of this junk will in some way translate into letting go of a past I thoroughly enjoyed. Here’s the thing, I’ve always been a person who has embraced the future, traded and prospered on change. I was at the forefront professionally during the go-go days of the Internet, and have been an early adopter of all things technological. But, I still have this feeling that by getting rid of this box of connections that somehow I will be losing connection with my past, a past that has seen unbelievable change, both good and bad. It’s also a really big box in the basement.
