Information ager on a run

I was so 21st century the other day. I went running with my iPod attached to a strap clutching my left arm and my right hand clutching my Treo. I was waiting for an important call. And I may have responded to a few texts as well. Multi-tasking.

Somewhere between “Hey Jealousy” and “Hey, ya!” (part of my On-the-Go playlist) my thoughts went from my skepticism toward the emerging stylishness of shorts to what I know about the emerging church — which, in short, isn’t a whole lot. And then I wondered if Justin is really supporting Britney and there for her, or if it’s just a publicity stunt, which might be what a lot of relationships are, even outside of the celebrity world. Which is really an Inconvenient Truth. I then congratulated myself for running and not driving around and emitting toxins into the air.

If this had been a page in a future history book, maybe the subhead would have said Postmodern Times. And then if you flipped the book back a few pages, there would be a picture of me typing in a side ponytail and swooping bangs, on one of those old-school computers with the green turtles on the screen. And the subhead would say The Information Age Begins.

Because we information agers sure love to see pictures of ourselves. Just look at our Facebook.