Sherry Turkle articulates really well the issue of technology engulfing and taking over relationships and conversation. Stepping back and assessing our attachments with technological elements in our lives can be quite daunting. There are no rules to govern or moderate the invasion of different devices in our daily routines. Thus, there is no moderation for how we begin to detach. Where are we heading?
They changed the Reader. The one place where I could share stuff without having to think of social consequences (Read over-spilling my interestes onto other’s news feeds).
The UI earlier would confine my shares to Google Reader itself, so consequentially the result was the sharing and viewing of interesting articles and information minus the social drama.
But alas, the ‘Share on reader’ button has now been ditched.
In it’s place we now have an obnoxious ‘G+’ button. No more is Reader an entity in itself. It now stands more as an integration feeding into G+. A route Google seems to be going with it’s ecosystem in general. (At least the new G+ revamp would seem to suggest so).
I’m not a privacy freak, but somethings should just be left alone and not be over social-ised!
Whoever first came up with the analogy comparing life to a circus ride, seems to be remarkably spot on, doesn’t he?
The motions of life are not in my control and time will eventually take me through them whether I like it or not. Somewhat like a drive through take away where what you choose from the menu possibly would impact the course of your journey.
There are times during this circus ride that I feel sick. So sick of the choices made by the other riders whom I can see around me.
I remember when I was in elementary school and our teacher posed us with a choice which at the time seemed revolutionary: We had the liberty to write with a pen and not confine ourselves to our pencil set.
I remember how a sudden excitement began to emerge in the classroom, how some of my 8 year old friends became the go-to folks for deciding which pens to use. There was a massive acceptance for what seemed like a step ahead in life. At 8, we knew we were taking a step ahead in life.
I remember being confused. I liked using my pencils and continued to use them until I was forced to choose otherwise. The notion of materialistic upgrades and the involuntary glee that generally surrounds it escaped me.
I felt sick.
Today I am 24 and find myself facing similar situations. The new upgrade that my fellow riders are harping about is an automobile. A piece of congregated hardware that serves to transport you from an origin to a destination. I wish it were as simple. I wish there were no choices. These are not matters that deserve our time and attention. There are misplaced priorities at work here.
I feel sick.