"Yes, Brendon McCullum," I would have said aloud, quietly calling up the relevant information in my Google vision.
My onboard computer would have surreptitiously shown me that one of our cricket team, Brendon McCullum, had just scored New Zealand's first triple ton.
"Isn't it awesome how he got that triple ton," I would have said, searching triple ton to learn it means 300 runs. Suddenly I'm an expert on New Zealand's cricket history.
"Yeah, the closest we've ever got to a triple ton was Crowe's 299 in 1991."
But to be honest, the whole idea of Google Glass unnerves me. I don't particularly want to live in a world where people have the internet in their face all the time.
It's bad enough trying to have a conversation with someone who's texting.
One day Google Glass will break out of its exclusive rich person phase and we'll see someone wearing it in Devonport Rd. That'll be a weird moment.
It'll be like the first time we ever saw someone with one of those weird little bluetooth bugs in their ear.
The reality of Google Glass is actually a bit dorky. The most hilarious thing is that to activate it you have to say "Okay Glass" out loud.
"Okay Glass, google New Zealand cricket." I wonder if it understands our accent?
If you don't want to sound like Inspector Gadget, you can use the Head Wake angle instead, and then tip your head up or down to scroll through the menu options.
So we now live in a world where computer programmers have invented a specific move of the head and called it the Head Wake angle. Yes, technology is dictating how we turn our heads.
Modern life dictates everything, even our posture. We walk permanently bent over our smart phones and we are probably creating a generation of neck problems for people who constantly peer down at tablets and iPads.
In the distant future, our fingers and thumbs will either be splayed out from all that swiping and zooming, or else we will have graduated to Google Glass and everyone will have developed very specific head tics.
Think of the social problems. "Are you videoing me? You're videoing me. You did the Start Record head angle."
"No, I was checking the cricket score. Hey, are you shopping again? What are you buying this time?"
"Nothing, I was just stretching."
I've occasionally entertained the notion that I should have a technology-free day once a week. No computer, no TV, no internet.
It would be the technological equivalent of standing in a field at night and seeing the stars again. The grand silence of being unplugged for awhile.
I grew up out of town where the stars weren't obscured by the glow of suburbia. I miss those stars. I think we lose something by living in the perpetual aura of the city.
Technology is incredible. It can make life so much more convenient, but sometimes it's worth pausing to reflect on the trade-offs. Tilt your head to the Yes angle if you agree.
