Opinion

Machines Sense My Fear

Each new wave of digital device takes an extreme disliking to me.

By Rafe Mair, 1 Mar 2010, TheTyee.ca

Hammer on Computer Keyboard

Stop me before I lash out in self-defense.

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It seems to be axiomatic that the older people get, the harder it is for them to make changes. The old ways were better. This newfangled stuff will ruin civilization, or at least the part which isn't already ruined. I try to avoid this -- not in an attempt to end the aging process, but in order to keep my brain active so I can continue to work.

Some of the inventions of the last 25 years or so I enjoy, including the personal computer -- although there I have my grievances. You see, I'm one of those people that only has to touch an electronic gadget to have it stop its inner workings immediately. When I touch a button on, say, the entertainment centre on a plane, it packs in -- often taking other passengers nearby with it. I have a lifetime aversion to electric instruments. In fact, they frighten me because I'm sure they will either electrocute or nuke me. The machine in question feels my trepidation and retaliates accordingly.

Era before 'automatic save'

My early encounters with a PC were nightmarish. I would finish an editorial and before I could save it (there was no automatic save in 1981) the computer would "lock," and after frantic calls to experts, I would have to crash it and lose everything. Or I would have slippery fingers, accidentally telling it to print 100 copies instead of 10 -- and then I would fail to stop the damned printer. David Chalk and Mike Agerbo (two people who I got started in radio, incidentally) would be like the doctors on call, and I would insist they did house calls.

Eventually as PCs and I matured, we became tentative friends.

When the fax came along, despite the fact that I felt the need for a lead jockstrap to prevent that area from being nuked, I adjusted.

Internet, loved and hated

Then came the Internet. I liked it and the e-mails it spawned. It was great stuff. I could submit manuscripts in a minute or less, while a fax would take an indefinite amount of time depending on whether the fax machine burst into flames, or got jammed, or both. I was delighted -- I was acclimatized to the new, and work was easier.

The Internet was, however, a bit of a mixed blessing in that it hugely expanded your ability to research but the downside was that editors would no longer accept "back in the forties" and insisted on the correct date. Research was easier, but the research demand increased. All in all, though, it was a "good thing."

Before going on, let me say that the iPod is indeed a magnificent development because it lets you listen to the music you want to without tiresome interruptions.

In 1985, while doing the midnight show on CKNW, I interviewed a BC Tel guy about something called a cell phone. I couldn't see how this would work. While it might be fun calling people from the loo as you were reading that day's racing form, what about having to put up with calls you didn't want? What was going to happen to your privacy? Early on, I was fishing with a buddy and his pocket started to ring! "What the hell is that, Derrick? Do you mean that even with a wilderness lake, a hatch of mayflies and just the right fly on your line -- a scenario that anyone with a soul want to savour -- you'd let the moment be shattered by someone who wants to sell you a car, fill your Viagra requirements or seek your latest political opinions?!" How can anything be urgent enough to interfere with long-awaited idyllic moments?

The cell phone became an infestation and an epidemic of community nuisance. The jingle had replaced the ring so that quiet little bits of earlobe nibbling over a bottle of Merlot were shattered by "Mary Had A Little Lamb" from the booth next door. Soon there was a cacophony of conflicting jingles answered by people who obviously assumed that the person on the other end was hard-of-hearing.

Or, you would go to the theatre and no matter how earnest the pleas from the master of ceremonies that the audience turn off their cell phones off, the high point of the performance was invariably punctuated by a kazoo screeching "Row, Row, Row Your Boat." I've found the perfect solution. I have a cell phone, but no one knows the number -- not even me -- so I can make a nuisance of myself without fear of retaliation.

A universe of screens

Then came the Blackberry -- surely one invention too far. "But," you are told, "you can get your e-mails from anywhere in the world and respond to them immediately!"

That's a good thing? The world has become a seething mass of screens covered in shorthand that's tapped out with thumbs. Can it be that far off where every fourth note of a piece of music will be sent with the recipient required to fill in the blanks?

Are we sure that the when world economy crashed at the same time the Blackberry arrived it was a coincidence?

What happened to peace, quiet and solitude? Are we all making more money because we can talk incessantly with one another 24 hours a day? Are we happier? Social issues have arisen, such as: Is it considered bad form to turn one's Blackberry off during sexual frolics? Are we permitted any free time? Will we reach the point where thousands stand on window cells of tall buildings, and after texting the police and the local TV station, shout "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it any more" before ending it all?

Just because one is old and grumpy doesn't mean that he's wrong to observe that every minute we're getting more and more in each other's face and turning one another into frenetic fools bound together by bubbling babble that can't be turned off -- only intensified.

I don't want to return to the "good old days" -- I just want a little peace and quiet.  [Tyee]

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  • doggone

    1 year ago

    Where are we going?

    BBC online this morning:
    EU moves to prevent 'shock' mobile internet bills
    My PC crashed a couple of weeks ago.Lost all email addresses and bookmarks not to mention stored photos and written ramblings.Oh well. In fact the week or so while this machine was built was interesting: TV sure is boring!
    Lost my cell phone a while ago and I doubt I'll replace it since I can barely type on a full keyboard and need the control++ to read this.
    All my nieces, nephews and grandkids are totally comfortable with the technology but have a limited patience for Gramp's stories.
    Sort of reminds me of a combination of Delaney's "Dahlgren" (sp?) and A.C. Clark's "Childhood's End"

  • alive

    1 year ago

    fear of being alone

    One reason these gadgets are so popular is that many folks are unable to be alone for a minute!

    Many people now have "friends" on-line whom they never have seen in person.

    Anything and anyone is better than being alone, hence the reliance on cellphones and IM messages!

    I will not attempt to guess why, but a look at the rate of split-ups amongst married and otherwise committed people speaks for itself.

    We are not able to tolerate anyone, but cannot live without some sort of relationships/friendships even if only on-line

  • North of Hope

    1 year ago

    A Challenged Senior

    A story I just received:

    A Challenged Senior:

    At a certain age, everyone will understand this poor guy...
    I thought about the 30 year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a Blackberry that played music, took videos, pictures and communicated with Facebook and Twitter.

    I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.

    That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world.

    My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.

    The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife as everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. Seems I have to take my hearing aid out to use it and I got a little loud.

    I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating" You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then when I would make a right turn instead, it was not good.

    When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GSP lady, at least she loves me.

    To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.

    The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop.

    I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused but I never remember to take them in with me.

    Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual.." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look.

  • Skywalker

    1 year ago

    Sometimes technology brings out the worst.

    I have always marveled how rude people are when the talk on their cell phones in public. It is as though the person at the other end is hard of hearing or the connection is so bad they must shout and sometimes so loud you hardly need a cell phone to hear across the distance. The worst offenders are those who think that their foul vocabulary on their phones impresses people who are forced to listen. Walking down the street cursing at someone over th phone so all the neighborhood can hear them is really dumb. Some people should definitely remain luddites.

  • onthebay

    1 year ago

    the 'real world'

    The comment by alive - “we are not able to tolerate anyone, but cannot live without some sort of relationships/friendships even if only on-line” - really started me thinking. The reasons people immerse themselves in the electronic world probably vary greatly, but I think you are right about a decreasing ability to tolerate face-to-face and more personal communications.
    When I make my occasional foray out into the ‘real world’ (we live in a remote area where there is no cell phone service) I am stunned by the driving need for people to be in constant contact with anything and everything that comes in on their devices. I thought being stunned said more about me than about them, as I have always been a more solitary, introverted person whose idea of a good time is not associated with trivial relationships or being in crowds, but I’m beginning to see it does say something about who they are and what is important to them.
    It would be hypocritical of me to not recognize that I too am using an electronic forum to express myself. So, what is my motivation? I needed to find and read the thoughts and opinions of others who see through at least some of the “smoke-screens,” and to be able to express my own thoughts and opinions in what for me is a less stressful way (no physical ‘spotlight’ and time to compose my thoughts).
    If a more reclusive person such as me finds value in electronic communications, I can see how and why folks who are extroverted and ‘people loving’ would absolutely relish using all the new gadgets to add to and extend what they have probably always done. I just hope good constructive communication doesn’t go more and more by the wayside with each new invention.
    North of Hope - Loved the “I am bi-sacksual” comment!

  • Takuan

    1 year ago

  • Noggy

    1 year ago

    Keep your eyes on the road

    Thanks to computers, I met my wife, we would have never met without.

    I hope I never get rum into, while some try to drive, and operate the latest tech equipment.

  • snert

    1 year ago

    Takuan

    Is it worth the jail time for wilfully interfering with radio communications?

  • OilbertaRedTory

    1 year ago

    Just wait

    ... till the appliances start talking back:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRq_SAuQDec

  • Takuan

    1 year ago

    you'll

    never take me alive, coppers!

  • Takuan

    1 year ago

  • Takuan

    1 year ago

  • Jeffrey J.

    1 year ago

    Great Social Comments

    Rafe, you're ALWAYS a breath of fresh air. This article, which in days past would be read in our daily newspaper, is exactly what most people think, but no longer are allowed to reflect on. Technology has indeed run amok, and the tool is no longer serving us: we are serving the tool.

  • Arbor

    1 year ago

    new machines

    Rafe,

    you neglected to mention the fact that 'they don't make things like they use to'...too much plastic, it seems that 'they' have this plan that in a few years something will break and we'll purchase a new one...the costs of repairs being so high...

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