Carr's opening had me hooked in less than two paragraphs before I could even try to figure out what exactly his point was. "I can feel it, too. Over the past few years I’ve had an uncomfortable sense that someone, or something, has been tinkering with my brain, remapping the neural circuitry, reprogramming the memory." These sentences alone describe exactly what it is I've been paranoid about, yet scared to admit to anyone. My mind is rapidly changing without my consent. My attention span is 60 seconds at best with hardly any motivation to keep it past that marker. I'm only interested in the first few paragraphs of any piece I read, scholarly or not. And Nicholas Carr finally understands my dilemma.
I'm sure we have all experienced this. Maybe most of us are experiencing it, but just too hesitant to admit it to ourselves. Even now, I can slowly feel my attention deviating towards the guitar sitting two feet away from me. I start to think about all the songs I can play, all the notes that are contained in those songs, and how they lay out. Then I start to think about a particular song, the artist who plays that song, and then their entire discography starts to creep into my mind. Before I know it, I'm neck deep in information about information completely useless to what I was trying to focus on in the first place.
In reflecting on that last digression, I can thank the internet. All of its intelligence floating around has given me the opportunity to not only help me study for my future profession, but it's also given me a wealth of knowledge about cats and how well they can play the piano. It's given me knowledge about the Paul McCartney conspiracy I wasted my last two weeks of freshman year of college on. It's shown me great heaps of news on the banking crisis, and hourly updates on the royal baby due in July (fingers crossed).
Basically, the internet has done its job. It has filled my brain with knowledge of wondrous facts that I could use at parties to wow all my friends! But that's exactly what I don't need out of it. I need to reach in, grab the right information, and use that information to better myself in my upcoming profession. And that's exactly my point. As much as I liked Carr's article, I have to slightly disagree. Google isn't making us stupid. Our irresponsibility is making us stupid. It's a responsibility we have yet to grasp as the internet is still teething.