{"id":13386,"date":"2015-02-03T03:00:12","date_gmt":"2015-02-03T11:00:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lifeboat.com\/blog\/?p=13386"},"modified":"2017-06-04T12:02:40","modified_gmt":"2017-06-04T19:02:40","slug":"back-up-brains-the-era-of-digital-immortality","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lifeboat.com\/blog\/2015\/02\/back-up-brains-the-era-of-digital-immortality","title":{"rendered":"Back-up brains: The era of digital immortality"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Simon Parkin \u2014 BBC Future<\/div>\n
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A few months before she died, my grandmother made a decision.<\/p>\n

Bobby, as her friends called her (theirs is a generation of nicknames), was a farmer\u2019s wife who not only survived World War II but also found in it justification for her natural hoarding talent. \u2018Waste not, want not\u2019 was a principle she lived by long after England recovered from a war that left it buckled and wasted. So she kept old envelopes and bits of cardboard cereal boxes for note taking and lists. She kept frayed blankets and musty blouses from the 1950s in case she needed material to mend. By extension, she was also a meticulous chronicler. She kept albums of photographs of her family members. She kept the airmail love letters my late grandfather sent her while he travelled the world with the merchant navy in a box. Her home was filled with the debris of her memories.<\/p>\n

Yet in the months leading up to her death, the emphasis shifted from hoarding to sharing. Every time I visited my car would fill with stuff: unopened cartons of orange juice, balls of fraying wool, damp, antique books, empty glass jars. All things she needed to rehome now she faced her mortality. The memories too began to move out. She sent faded photographs to her children, grandchildren and friends, as well as letters containing vivid paragraphs detailing some experience or other.<\/p>\n

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Simon Parkin \u2014 BBC Future A few months before she died, my grandmother made a decision. Bobby, as her friends called her (theirs is a generation of nicknames), was a farmer\u2019s wife who not only survived World War II but also found in it justification for her natural hoarding talent. \u2018Waste not, want not\u2019 was [\u2026]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":76,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[47],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13386","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-neuroscience"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeboat.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13386","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeboat.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeboat.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeboat.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/76"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeboat.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13386"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/lifeboat.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13386\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":64840,"href":"https:\/\/lifeboat.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13386\/revisions\/64840"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeboat.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13386"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeboat.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13386"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeboat.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13386"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}