A Portrait Of The Artist Wearing Google Glass

John Nosta reports that was I looking at the world or was the world looking at me? I guess it didn’t matter. What mattered was that I was different.  The way I thought, the way I processed information and the way I communicated had changed in ways that are both overt and subtle. I’ve worn glasses almost all my life, yet I’ve never really had this kind of 20/20/20/20 vision–nothing even close.  I was wearing a revolution that was perched on the bridge of my nose.  And what I saw was nothing that electrons and light can capture. No image. No tweet. No video.

The vision of Glass was less about the flow of information and more about the magic of that sliver of now that is wedged between the remorse of the past and the expectation of the future. That compression of time when intent is moved closer to action and what’s revealed is just too simple to explain.