Wednesday May 25th 2016Tim
most recent technical device is constantly asking
whether its User wishes to download an App or search the
World Wide Web for an App. Frankly I've got no clue what
an App is, nor do I really want to know what an App is.
It doesn't sound in the least healthy or useful and I
see yet another uncontrollable can of worms that will
further collapse my sense of calm. And true there are
occasions when I'm taken by a Luddite Preacher who
whispers, "Throw the thing out of the window." At heart
I am tempted to reckon this technical device is to me
like a Shovel or a pair of Scissors or a Briggs and
Stratton L Head, but the truer picture, it's not.
One way to
understand the technical device would be to think of it as a
different kind of tool. Like a telephone, perhaps. It
doesn't exist in isolation in the way that a Pitchfork
might. I could have a telephone, artfully arranged, paint it
pink and if I unplugged it, it wouldn't ring. Then if I
unplugged the technical device from the Internet it would
become more like a shovel. The question I guess is why can't
I do that, get it over with, severe the cord. The answer,
either I have an addiction to the laziness the technical
device offers to avoid thinking for myself, or I'd be
lonely. Of the two possibilities, I think addiction is
closer to the mark. It's an addiction to the community.
Means I'm human.