By Kelley Lindberg
The internet sent me a horoscope this morning:
You’re eager for information on a particular subject and will go to great lengths to get it. Before heading off to the library, why not try an online search? You might find everything you need without leaving your chair. But your search might necessitate going to the primary source, so travel will be involved.
Really? Apparently there’s information on the internet, and it’s available to me, and all I have to do is search for it, and I don’t need to drive to the library to get it.
Wow. Next thing you know, it will tell me that the trusty card catalogues in my library have been replaced by…oh, I don’t know… a database or something.
This confirms my suspicions that all the horoscopes on the internet were actually written sometime in the 1980s and are just recycled every year.
Which makes one distrust the internet. Which makes one distrust internet searches. Which makes one consider going to the library instead. Which makes one stub one’s toe on the irony. Just a little. Especially since nothing guarantees the accuracy of information just because it’s bound in a book instead of fizzing electrons out there on the web.
Every once in a while, I try to imagine what it must have been like to be a writer before the internet was readily accessible. After about five seconds, I begin to hyperventilate. After ten seconds, I’m in a full-blown panic attack.
So thanks, internet horoscope, for making me thankful that I am a writer in the internet age, and not in the “Where the heck is that phone book, and why isn’t there a listing for ‘Portuguese chefs’ in it? Guess I’m off to the library now” age.
Although I must say, if the last sentence of the horoscope turned out to be true, that would be fine by me. I’m definitely up for some travel right now. Perhaps I could hunt down one of those Portuguese chefs… in Portugal.