As I began to wrack my brain, trying to think of all the seminal moments in my digital timeline, I realized that I had a problem. It was not that I was dealing with a dearth of dates, but rather the opposite. I had never really given the topic considerable thought, but as my mind wandered back, I began to realize just how important reading and writing, as well as their transition into digital forms, are in my life. I understand that that last sentence may seem obvious, but such activities have are so common place that I tend to forget how critical they are to experiencing life as we know it. Without them, I wouldn’t be writing this, nor would you be reading it. Without reading and writing, I do not even know where we could be, if we could be.
Getting down to it, my affair with reading and writing has been, like most men and women from my background, a life long affair. This narrative not only made me think about my past, but made me appreciate, deeply and truly, the opportunities that have been afforded to me. Without good schooling from pre-kindergarten to today, or, just as importantly, a family that understood and valued education, I would be leading a much duller life. From the fat pencil to receiving my first laptop, elementary short stories to twenty-page research papers, I marvel at how far I’ve come and how quickly technology has been running beside me.
Though we do live in an age of the ever faster, slimmer, and sleeker device, there are a few notable moments on my timeline when that trend had been reversed. Perhaps it is a unique version of simplicity, or maybe it is just want for diversity, but there are some aspects of my literary journey that counter what one might expect. Rather than type and print certain works, I derive a special pleasure from hammering them out on a manual typewriter. Instead of typing and recording all of my journal entries into a nice folder on my desktop, I scrawl them down with pen and paper. Unlike a larger and larger percentage of readers, I prefer to imbibe my words from a page of pulp, not pixels. And I am not alone. Though the wider trend is towards digital means of consuming media, there is also a rising push to preserve certain platforms, if only for the nostalgia or the novelty. I doubt we’ll ever dig back to the stone and chisel, but older forms of communicating, the letter for example, have certain personal, even romantic qualities to them that set them apart from the digital era.
Stories as well play an important role in my digital literacy narrative. From early picture-laden tales like Anansi the Spider, to text based adventure games, the art of story telling has always captivated me. Along the way, longer series of novels received large amounts of time that I was more than happy to give over.
Before flicking through this timeline it is important to understand one thing: this is but a small sampling of those moments in my life that resonated with me until today. Left unrecorded here are all the small moments where a single word made my day, or where bitter joke ruined it. Omitted from this digital timeline are all the late night Skype sessions with friends and those who were quite a bit more than just friends. Left out are all the times simple comments on youtube videos or news articles opened my mind to a new way of thinking. To include these moments would be to include the entirety of my life, and that is one thing technology cannot do. At least not yet.