A Wired magazine reader checked out my latest column on the fate of human memory — in a world where are brains are increasingly reliant upon silicon smarts — and emailed me an excellent anecdote. Check it out:

Your article reminds me of a funny thing that happened when we were on vacation.

We rented a beach home with a few other families and the Moms declared that it would be an Internet-Free Week.

Well, it rained…and rained…and rained…and rained.

So on the forth straight day of rain, we all agreed that we needed to rent videos. But none of us remembered how to use a phone book properly.

“What do you think it would be under? Movie rental or Video Rental”

“how about you look up Blockbuster?”

“Is that in the yellow or white part”

You get so used to the online experience, it’s almost funny.

Heh. It reminds me of a moment back in December of 2002, when I was so busy trying using my Sidekick to locate a Supercuts haircut salon in my neighborhood that I failed to simply look up and notice that I was … sitting right in front of it.