I haven’t directly created a lifelog for myself; I do not actively post pictures or update my timeline consistently on Facebook, nor do i have a Twitter. However, I do use Google everyday and I am aware that it tracks my location wherever I go. My lifelog is largely the product of my mother, the one who posts the majority of things related to me to her timeline, and then shares them with me. Facebook is creating a log of me indirectly through her, but the fact remains that my life, in photo and video form, is being stored and saved electronically. My strongest formulated thought on the concept (and process) of the lifelog is that while its existence is acknowledged, it does not necessarily constitute the whole of the advancements of the Internet.
I do find the whole concept of this never-ending collection of data by networks such as Facebook and Google to be slightly creepy at times, as if the Internet itself is creating a biography, or even an electronic mugshot, of me whenever I use it, whenever I click a link or type down a few keystrokes to assemble a search item. However, I have grown used to this logging aspect of the web, and I feel that despite the logging’s unnerving nature, it is a useful tool to gauge not only my life as it was in years past, but how the information the Internet collects about me can help solve problems I am facing in the present.
I do not often delve into my own past, and as such, the developing lifelog technology may be wasted on me. However, this also means that I will not abuse these technologies and services in the years to come as they will undoubtedly appear like the Remem in Truth of Fact. I guess what I’m try to say, to conclude this post, is that while I do acknowledge that the Internet is creating a lifelog of me, I will probably not be the man who looks at it for guidance, or even for reminiscence–it will just be a small blurb in the back of my mind, present yet forgettable.