|Technology. It's great when it works, but when it doesn't...
||[Apr. 6th, 2011|03:17 pm]
Actually, I sort of liked LJ being offline now and again. I fear that our excitation level for instant contact and gratification is getting out of control. I envision a society where everyone wants constant access to EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW ALL OF THE TIME turning us into big giant toddlers who lose their collective nut and lash out in riotous temper tantrums or temper tantrum-y riots when that desire is frustrated. |
Blech. I hope I die first. Or at least find a nice cave to hang out in. A lovely little country place, hanging on the side of a mountain in Provence maybe. Of course, I would then require the internet or its replacement to bring me all of the things I can't live without, so obviously, I would suck at being an actual hermit, so maybe Plan A was a more realistic option. I'm sure I'll just have an embolism one day while hollering at someone to chill and take a deep breath. (That, Ms. Morissette, btw, is actual Irony.)
Seriously, I think it did us all good to have a little bit of time to gather our thoughts, ponder. Have our OWN thoughts, instead of voyeuring constantly. If I were Emperor of the Free World, everything would go offline on a regular rotating basis. Like no Facebook on Mondays. No Twitter on Tuesdays. No e-mails could be delivered on Fridays. Let's face it -- we all need a little bit of space. A little bit of time. A little bit of disconnection.
We are losing the ability to say "Enough." We need to learn to put it down, walk away, turn it off. So, sometimes we need circumstances to turn it off for us.
I do predict that the most sought after brainpower in the future will be those people who can evaluate when and where technology makes sense...and where it doesn't.
For example: We just got a new display board in the lobby of our building. There are six floors in our building -- my company has two, another company has one floor. We had one of those boards where you stick the little white plastic letters onto the black background. And it looked fine. You could just look at it and see the name of the company and the suite/floor number. Right away.
They have just installed a new interactive touchscreen board. I'm sure it's not called a board. I suspect I should be calling an interface or something. Whatever. So, it's all nifty -- you touch the screen and it will tell you about area restaurants, shopping, public transportation! Whee! And the top of the screen plays news reporting, so you always know what's going on...or at least as much as you can gather in the 8 seconds while you wait for an elevator.
But let's say you are walking into the building for an interview or a business meeting and you're running a little late. You look at this screen and you know what it DOESN'T tell you?
That's right, children, the GODFORSAKEN COMPANIES and where they're located! You have to go up and touch the "Company Button" and then it asks you whether you want to see the whole list, or type in the name of the company....
Yes, that plopping sound was the sound of my brain falling out of my left ear. (What? I'm old and my brain has shrunk. But your ears keep growing..so clearly even if it's metaphorical right now, it IS just a matter of time.)
So, here I am, late for an appointment, coming sliding into the building at one minute before the appointment and BEST case scenario, I have to now dick around with a touchscreen to find out where I need to go. WORST case scenario, some bobblehead is exploring the shopping options and I have to either interrupt him or slaughter him where he stands and then, standing on top of his bleeding, broken body, click through several screens to...
While I applaud all of the great resources that the touchscreen interface will offer... (Did I wipe all of the sarcasm off of that? These damn eco-friendly cleaners just don't work as well as good ol' fashioned ammonia when it comes to sarcasm!) instead of televising news, why don't you just LIST THE BLOODY TENANTS so that any idiot could walk up and quickly, instantly, get the information they need?!?!?!
But what the hell do I know? My Ipod docking station/alarm clock goes off at 11:58 every night and I can't figure out how to make it stop. So I COULD be biased.