Loved this article by Sam Biddle on Gizmodo - http://gizmodo.com/5869802/the-new-internet-will-make-you-sad-forever In case the URL gets obsolete, here is the article copy-pasted.
The New Internet Will Make You Sad Forever - by Sam Biddle
The web used to be about other people. IMing your friend, emailing your wife, a chatroom with other guinea pig enthusiasts. Now it's turning around. Information is becoming less important than emotion—the web is an empty nostalgia factory.
When everything is worth becoming a memory, what's that say about remembrance? If everything is the object of nostalgia and reminiscence then I don't really know what those things mean anymore—it would seem to be nothing. We're reaching that point.
Technology has not only made it easier to long for the past, it's made it tempting—and at times unavoidable—to strangle ourselves with an overload of fake nostalgia. Through their abundance and laxness, memories have been cheapened like few other things by the internet by sites like Timehop, which unifies existing nostalgia feeders into a daily digest of your social media footprints. Its creator calls it a "digital wave of nostalgia"—reminders of where you checked in, what you photographed, and what the weather was like a year ago each day are served up automatically. "Memories delivered daily to your inbox!" A bar I checked in to a year ago. I forgot about it. Now I remember. Proof that I existed a year ago—something to grasp. "A daily email that brings it all back to you," Timehop calls itself. All of what?
We Instagram our burgers, our trips to the mall, our beers, our sunsets.
We check in to every trivial appointment, errand, and coffee on Foursquare.
And now, Facebook has turned into the largest, clearest mirror ever produced by the internet, expressly designed to chronicle our lives—and to dig deep down into the primordial muck of our social ancient history. With a few clicks I can pore over every exchange I had with every freshman year dorm friend, every high school well-wisher, every photo with a fake friend I met at an internship, and the rest of the detritus and minutia.
There's a great deal of beauty in Timeline—but it simultaneously holds all the dreck that we have no reason to revisit, spread across a gilded platter and garnished quite nicely. I love Timeline—I use it daily. It's an extraordinary creation, and yet I know there's something a little perverse about wading through page after page of status updates from years and years ago. But I keep going.
We spoon feed ourselves these bites of personal history because everything happens too fast to eat something better. The web churns, and we churn with it—our lives are often accelerated beyond the ability to stop and appreciate anything, let alone discern the meaningful.
So to compensate, we apply filters to our photos to make them look old, worn, and cherished, we leave breadcrumbs on Foursquare so we'll remember that time we got a danish at the airport, and we swan dive to 2007 on Timeline, swimming with photos and messages of people we have no reason to acknowledge anymore. The result is the devaluing of everything we do. We ought to feel nostalgia for our old bedrooms, a good New Year's Eve, or someone we won't see again. These singular things capture the Greek algos in nostalgia—the pain of something of significance that we can't have back. But you can always go grab another sandwich, no matter how remote it looks in that Instagram.
There's no reason to think this will slow, or even reverse. We're addicted to artificial nostalgia, we're sad without it, and getting a quick fix is effortless. But truth be told, we may be just as sad with it, constantly cast backwards into memories of trifling bullshit. It may be sad to feel like we're sprinting through our high tech lives without milestones, but it could be far, far more depressing to look back fondly on a fucking caffè latte.