Saying Goodbye to Google Reader, My Own Little Corner of the Internet
The Internet-and computers in general-create a very weird sense of location. A website is not a place you can physically be, and neither is your desktop, but we talk about them like they are because that's how it feels. It's why your desktop is called a ""desktop,"" and why there's that icon of a little computer sitting on it. It's why you have folders, and why people have actually uttered terrible phrases like ""information superhighway"" out loud. Say it with me: Cyberspace .
And with a place like Google Reader, that illusion is stronger than ever. Do you remember where you were during the
Every day I bounce between dozens of sites, each with its own purpose, its own content, its own look and feel. But inside Google Reader, the Internet-the carefully curated Internet I built, pruned, and tweaked-comes to me. And, more often than not, I don't even have to leave its comfortingly familiar little interface to ingest what my little intranet has to offer. At its best, it's my virtual study, a private reading room. At its worst, it's a closet with a slop bucket on the floor. But it's still my slop bucket close. Or it was.
It's equally strange and accurate to say Googs and I were intimately familiar. I've barely been a working blogger for two years, and yet hastily scrawled napkin math suggests that I've spent upwards of 1,000 hours at www.google.com/reader . I've spent more time with Google Reader than I have with some humans I consider to be friends. In a weird sort of way, it feels like I grew up there.
Maybe someday Google Reader will wind up sitting alongside other long-lost places of the past, like the backseat of the garish red
It's a strange sort of nostalgia you start to feel for a place-even digital ones-for the sole reason that you'll never be back there again, one that it makes it all the tougher to say