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I was discovering that my initial fears were no more than simple social insecurity. I'm sure that after Gutenberg cranked out his 180 beta versions of the printed Bible, people in Germany were worried that if they didn't deliver some interesting gossip, their rich friend who knew people up in Mainz was going to break out Deuteronomy. If anything, Heather and I decided, Google Glass might lead people to have fewer mediated experiences. Unlike fans watching concerts through an iPhone they hold aloft, parents seeing a child's first step through a lens or C-list celebs focusing less on their sex partners than on finding a flattering angle to film from, Glass wearers can record events and still see them too.
Right about then is when my totally outdated phone vibrated in my pocket. Worried it was my wife calling about my son or something even more pressing, like a celebrity more famous than Heather, I pulled it out to check. Heather, meanwhile, gave me her undivided attention. Before I could finish chastising myself and apologizing, my phone rang a second time. I checked again.
It's not the technology that makes the Glasshole; it's the person using the technology. There's a chance that by making the first Glass wearers submit plans on how they'd use them, they'll set a better example than the 1980s Wall Street jerks who yelled into the first cell phones at restaurants. Maybe, in fact, Google will be responsible enough to never sell me one.