Instantly Aged

I opened the news and saw that Jobs resined. I decided to learn more about this man and looked him up in Wikipedia. I learned many details I didn't know, like that he left Apple in the 80s' and that he made Pixar out of a division of LucasFilms, but what stroke me was the combination of encyclopedic formality with the immediacy of everything. "He is ... former chief executive officer of Apple Inc".
-Huh, they updated it already, I thought. I kept reading until I hit "On August 24, 2011, Jobs announced his resignation from his role as Apple's CEO". It was written as if the matter at hand was some event in the life of Napoleon or something from the Cold War affairs. I looked at the clock. It was 12:01 AM, August 25. With the snap of fingers, life was alphabetized and archived together with all the rest of the events that happened on a certain date in the history of the Earth. I felt like I instantly aged, and was myself stuffed between bits and bytes, possibly to be found on some date in the history of the Earth. What happens when you are found? Is it like a resurrection, or more like a reincarnation, since you are unrecognizably out of context?
Dear diary, in my next life I will be reduced to few words by someone who is also tagged in some tiny, meaningless corner of the informational cosmos.
And I will be able to Google us both in the current life. Watch.

The lost third painting

Here's a view from Roosevelt Island, from few weeks ago.