burnaby t wallace

While walking down the hall this morning, trying to find where the clinking sound on my body was originating from, I came upon this weird conclusion.

I am walking storage.

Nevermind the cargo pants, or my symbolic “build” (yes, I know I’m fat), the brain’s capacity, or the Timbuktu messenger bag. I mean, while looking for the source of the clinking sound, I reached down to my left pocket to feel my keys, then to my right pocket to feel my cell phone, then looked down at my lanyard hanging from my neck–all looking for the source of that metal/glass clinking sound.

While reaching for these various locations, it hit me–everything I reached for had a digital storage capacity of some sort.

So, without carrying any hard drives, on a typical day, I will have the 8GB iPhone in one pocket, usually with my other cell phone with 1GB of memory, my house and car keys, with 4GB on a thumb drive, and my work badge, with an additional 4GB in a memory vial. That’s a total of 17 GB of rated flash storage on my body on any typical day.

My wife has a 16GB iPod Touch and a phone with memory. She’s probably walking around with almost 20GB of storage.

So pause for a moment and add up your total memory. How does it stack?

Now, wouldn’t it be cool if some scientist somewhere was working on a USB port to the brain so we could make backups and stuff? I’ll be first in line.