On Tuesday last week, I took 11 minutes to write a two-sentence response to my colleague’s project proposal. It took me about thirty seconds to type. The other 10 minutes were set aside for what can only be described as digital choreography. I had to select the perfect emoji combination to ensure my response wasn?t interpreted as aggresive, uninterested, or overly enthusiastic. In the end I used a thumbs up as casual approval, a lightbulb…
The last time I remember having a problem understanding emojis was way back in September when my 13-year old daughter…
The time is now 3:17 AM and I’m in my kitchen, furiously arguing with my Alexa. “Alexa, turn off the lights in the living room,” I instruct for the fourth time, each desperate plea more exasperated than the last. “I’m sorry, but I cannot seem to find a device called living room lights in your profile,” comes the answer over the speakers with the blue light rotating. My hopes of her actually being helpful at…