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All I ever wanted. All I ever needed. Is here in my arms. Words are very unnecessary. They can only do harm. – Depeche Mode, “Enjoy the Silence”

The Depeche Mode dress. Because I need another striped dress. Or striped anything. But I happened to walk by H&M at the end of June and it had me at the stripes. And the pop of pink and coral. A little short-sleeved cotton shift with an exposed zipper up the back. While June gloom had lasted quite some time this summer, I knew the heat was bound to arrive.

And it did. The little cotton mini-dress worked overtime with various colors of J. Crew Capri sandals and ballet flats. With my hair in beachy waves or in a messy bun piled up with Spin Pins. With arms of chunky bracelets or layered necklaces. In the evening, a lightweight cardigan or a fitted denim shirt.

I bought it thinking it had a very sixties, Mary Quant feel, and yet I now think of it as the Depeche Mode dress. Because that’s what the cute boy, the college kid of twenty or so, working the register at Walgreens said to me one July day.

As I was buying deodorant. Magical moment.

He smiled and told me he liked my dress. That it reminded him of the eighties. Of Depeche Mode. I wasn’t going to contradict him. I wasn’t going to say, “Depeche Mode? Really? Pink and coral stripes?” He was adorable. I think he thought I was younger than I am. I felt younger. Like a teenager, totally embarrassed as the cute guy at the register was ringing up the deodorant. I thanked him as I paid, wondering how old he was in the eighties. That is was possible he wasn’t even born until 1990. He gave me my change, smiling. I smiled back, thanking him as I walked back out into the heat. In my Depeche Mode dress. Humming “I just can’t get enough. I just can’t get enough. I just can’t get enough.”

This post was inspired by The Hollywood Housewife’s Seasonal Style series. Don’t follow the HH? What are you waiting for?

darwin, google. google, darwin.

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Technology is the knack of so arranging the world that we do not experience it. – Rollo May

At the end of a miserable day, instead of grieving my virtual nothing, I can always look at my loaded wastepaper basketand tell myself that if I failed, at least I took a few trees down with me.” - David Sedaris, Me Talk Pretty One Day

I may have complained once or twice about my fears that smartphones were making me stupid. That the ambiguity and the patience that came with having to think about something, savor the unknown, consider the possibilities, all disappeared with a google search. Well, the results are coming in and I’m not sure what to make of them.

I love google. It is a marvelous tool. But I think that the google revolution may in fact be screwing with evolution. Because new research done at Columbia University is revealing that search engines have changed the way we think. (Big surprise. Huge.)

Published online last week, “Google Effects on Memory: Cognitive Consequences of Having Information at Our Fingertips” is kind of amazing and terrifying all at once. While the conclusions have yet to be made as to whether this transactive memory, the google effect, is for better or worse, I’m a bit skeptical.

If this new way of thinking doesn’t require us to collect and file away information, merely to have the cognitive skill to know how to find it, what do we do when the servers go down? Because they go down all the time. All the time. (I’d say they’re only human, but they’re not.)

If our experiences are no longer firsthand, how does that shape our imaginations?

It’s fascinating to see the brain mapping done by neuroscientist Gary Small (see video below via Good),  but is all that activity helping us to retain more? Because, personally, I like storing my facts and figures and useless random pop culture know-all right here in my head, and not on a cloud server.

I’m going to go read a book now. And not on the iPad. Because I need the balance of tech and text to be both online and off. Is it just me? xo a.