I’ve been carrying around a keychain drive for a while, and keep leaving it at home, at the office, in my other pants, or somewhere other than where I need it. So I found a chain, hooked it on, and have been wearing it.
It’s an interesting feeling: I’ve got everything I’ve published in the last several years on it; everything I’m currently working on that’s not Institute-related; copies of the blog; and some pictures of Daniel and Elizabeth; all around my neck. There’s some inexplicable difference between carrying it and wearing it. It’s no more accessible, but somehow if feels closer.
A large part of my digital life, encased in transluscent purple plastic. It’s not quite the personal server; still, pervasive computing draws a tiny bit closer.
Presumably some anthropologist has written something about the psychological or symbolic differences between carrying and wearing objects.