Technology frustrates me. I don't understand it....ok I guess that's technically untrue...I mean toilets and shovels are technology of a certain sort, and I understand them. I had this book when I was younger called The Way Things Work. It was a good book, I learned a lot from it...until my physics teacher stole it (literally) from me.
Anyway, it didn't really have much about computers in it. And the parts it did have didn't make a lot of sense to me. It seems like computers should make sense to me. I mean really all it is is a bunch of ones and zeros floating around in space.
Technology comes with great promise...it saves time, it helps you communicate, it makes life easier....more more more
Somebody once said there's a Calvin and Hobbes cartoon about everything. (at least I assume someone has said that...it seems like it might be true, and it would make you sound smart if you said it...maybe) There's one about this too...you should check it out.
Communication via cyberspace is a cheap substitute for the telephone, which is a cheap substitute for letter writing, which is a cheap substitute for carving inscriptions on clay tablets, which is a cheap substitute of whacking your neighbor on the head with a club and grunting with satisfaction.
As for timesaving, if you add in all the hours I've spent trying to get computers to work, waiting for them to restart, throwing them across the room in frustration, trying to put them together again, and pounding them with clubs while grunting with satisfaction...I haven't saved any time at all. In fact Bill Gates probably owes me several thousand hours of wasted time.
As for making life easier...when a computer can bring me breakfast in bed for a full year in a row without me even having to look at it, then and only then will I concede that point.
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one nice thing about technology is being able to read your blog:) We just got back from Argentina, and found that in the smaller town we were in few of the youth had access to computers--just borrowing the pastor's at the church. Different from here in northern Mexico. But days were spent not looking at screens, but interacting --the youth hung out, walking the boulevard at night, sitting outside at a long table until 4:00am almost every night, drinking mate. Caroline stayed out til 3:00 or 4:00 am every night!
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