David Brooks' Brain Controlled by Indian Help Desk

David Brooks, in today's New York Times , finally reveals what we suspected all along: he really doesn't do any thinking for himself. Brooks unashamedly admits that he listens to songs from The O.C.soundtrack because "I just log on to iTunes and it tells me what I like." He also drives where his car tells him to drive and doesn't have a memory any more because Yahoo, Google and Wikipedia hijacked his cerebellum long ago. "I'm no longer clear on where I end and my BlackBerry begins," he states, and this explains a lot, doesn't it? It gets worse, though, because then he gets cosmic: "I have relinquished control over my decisions to the universal mind. I have fused with the knowledge of the cybersphere, and entered the bliss of a higher metaphysic." We look forward to the day when Brooks receives his "lolcats" implant, because he'll be way more entertaining when he finally does.

 The Outsourced Brain [NY Times]