I've been reading a bit too much
Kurzweil lately. I find his books about artificial intelligence, the mind, and the eventual melding of the two, to be both inspirational and fascinating.
Specifically the possibility of being able to one day, with the aid of software and ultra high-end computing peripherals, map the human mind -- the memories and past experiences of a human being catalogable and searchable as easily as it is to search online journals and weblogs today. When and if such technology becomes possible,
virtual time travel would inherently become a possiblity as well. At least in the context of the
mind map's owner and his or her individual reality.
Today I'll have to make due with
open source mind exploration - while I manually sift through the memories of someone else's past through my small collection of antique journals and personal ephemera.

I started collecting journals, diaries, and sketch books of strangers about five or so years ago. I found a diary from 1899 in an antique shop on Cape Code, Massachusetts, and I've picked up a few others on EBay and other auctions. I don't know what it is about peeking into the past of someone I have never met - nor will ever meet (most are long gone). I suppose to me it is a bit like time travel. Through personal writings you can glean the trends, fads, politics, worries, and beliefs of the day (a previous day). The fact that most of these individuals were writing for themselves, the accounts are raw, truthful, and expressive.
For fun I jumped in my time machine today and began reading a journal from 1938 of a young girl who was trying to make it to Hollywood (no American Idol in 1938 unfortunately for her). I'd read it before, but for whatever reason had never dug that closely. Throughout the pages, of roughly six months worth of entries, she describes attending many hollywood parties with friends such as Gene Lockhart (who she mentions as currently acting in 1938's A Christmas Carol as Bob Cratchett). Most of the entries deal with her crush on a close friend named "Duffy". She included a letter from Duffy within her journal - which was addressed to "Hess". This was the first I'd seen her name mentioned.
IMDB wasn't quite the force it is today five or six years ago so I decided to sleuth a bit in their database, sifting through movies from the 30s. Turns out it's the journal of Hester Sondergaard who in fact did make it to Hollywood - and ended up starring in a few movies, one with a Howard "Duff" called
The Naked City. Even more interesting perhaps is that Hester's sister, Gale, whom she mentions several times in her diary as the force of her guided tour through the Hollywood of the time won an Academy Award in 1937. Thank goodness for the internet - the additional notes helped put her story in context.
As fun and colorful as some of my collected writings are - (some more than others, one series is written by a mentally ill woman who was living with her parents around the time of Kennedy's death) - I still can't help but wish I could "plug-in" to my own past as easily as I can with these journals. Had I actually kept such a thing (or started my blog a few decades earlier) it certainly would have helped.