I also found, during this session of egosurfing, a conversation with Sherry Turkle which I do not seem to remember having. It sounds like me, but this seems like one of those Memento (or Winterschläfer) moments. What happens when I start believing what the Web tells me my memories should be?
I mean, I do remember the interview that made its way into this article on the “Open Enterprise,” but would I have remembered it if it were not enshrined (however temporarily) on the Web? This blog probably represents a more authoritative look at what I do on a day-to-day basis (maybe), but even without it, others are recording my life on-line.