That cell phones can arrest the spread of stories that have stood for millennia is rather galling, and for geomythologists it could mean the irretrievable loss of vital information.
Having taken my thoughts to a close group of friends to look over and (potentially) destroy, several counterpoints to my hypothesis on Our Relationship to Learning have arisen that I think warrant a response.
Consider this response to the advantages of harnessing human questioning over Internet questioning.
What might be the most important [advantage] is that you get human-to-human contact and connection, which is becoming harder and harder to find in this day and age. That personal touch, that human connection is one of the only things that keeps us from flat out becoming computers, and one of the only things that makes being human preferable to being a computer.
Today, I’m going to share with you a secret. One of the best ideas I have ever had. I’m trusting that you will use it wisely.
Every time I feel these damned migraines I start to lose touch with reality. Last night I felt the migraines were trying to tell me something – trying to remind me of something I had long forgotten.
This is a rare instrument made simply by cutting a notch into dried Euclonia Maxima seaweed, which is shown in its natural state in the image below. The artist, known by South Africans as the “music man” gives an unbelievable performance.
Austin is a diverse city with many types of people. Some new, some old. Some love the thought of new people coming in, some loathe it. This article is not about any of that – it’s simply about what we used to be able to do in Austin. I hope it resonates with you! :)
You’ll notice a comic with a Bukowski quote running along the side of this article. I read it once, long ago, before I knew what a Bukowski was or that he had such a stunning reputation for being an asshole.
In the great Internet tradition of being an asshole to an asshole, I’m going to pick on Bukowski a bit. But only a bit, I promise.
Early this morning, I made a comment about a politician on the TV in the communal kitchen at my work place. The comment was nothing political and was (mostly) just a passing comment. One of my smart, middle-aged coworkers immediately responded to me, “Oh, I don’t watch the news. Every time I turn on the news it just makes me angry. I have better things to do with my time.”
She is completely correct in her assessment of the news. While this is understandable, the fact that it is so easy to relate to suggests that the news media has lost legitimacy in our eyes, among other things.
So I wanted to know, what happens when you engage with the news media? What emotions surface?
I have been hesitant to write about this particular dystopian alternative for over a year, because in order for my fears of data mining to come true, our society will have to continue on our current trajectory of rampant consumption and growth at all costs.
So, I’m beginning to think I’m the only true extrovert I know any more. That’s an issue, because extroverts are a superior race and I’m feeling a bit isolated from my people.
Okay, so that might be a bit much, but the real issue here is that the world of technology is catered towards those who turn inward for support, rather than outward.