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Posted by: ownher Jan 2 2018, 09:51 PM

For a [safewow.com]cheapest wow gold[/url] while we've talked in the neighborhood about staging an Eighteenth Century Weekend. This would not involve dressing up in silly outfits or wearing powdered wigs or rarely bathing or having bad teeth or anything like that. The idea is not specifically based on any particular culture in any particular place. We just think it might be neat to spend a weekend without using the car, the cellphone, the TV, the computer, and the other technologies that shrink the world, change the pace of day to day existence, and accelerate communication to the speed of light.
In theory, we'd discover lots of simple, old fashioned pleasures, such as talking directly to our neighbors while desperately beating the laundry against a rock. Come to think of it, we'll keep the washer and dryer plugged in. Also the fridge. But there will be a hard and fast rule: No one can use one of those automatic ice dispensers in the door of the fridge. When we turn back the clock to the Eighteenth Century, everyone will have to reach all the way into the freezer compartment to get ice. Weekly to his recent book on gambling in Vegas.] He links to Andrew Postman's essay on Jay Rosen's PressThink blog, in which Postman discusses his father, Neil, and his highly influential book "Amusing Ourselves to Death." The younger Postman talks of a professor who asks his students to go 24 hours without any electronic media an "e media fast." Students apparently find it to be a life changing 24 hours.
Cooper says of "Amusing Ourselves" that it "warns that as a society we allow and encourage the advent of new technologies without ever first reflecting on what consequences they will bring. We invent 'solutions' for problems that don't really exist. And without thinking about it usually until it's too late we radically reshape our own environment with no regard to the concurrent consequences. Neil Postman recurred to a clever device to make his central point. He juxtaposed two different but equally dark visions of a totalitarian future: George Orwell's 1984 and Aldus Huxley's Brave New World. In the former it is Big Brother who watches us. In the latter vision the one that Postman most feared we volunteer to watch Big Brother. We most risk being enslaved by what we love rather than by what we hate and hates us."
[Incidentally, I interviewed Neil Postman in 1990 after the Milli Vanilli lip synching scandal, part of what seemed to me at the time to be part of a Reality Erosion phenomenon. Postman told me, "The whole culture is becoming a kind of pseudo event."
The science of manipulating truth has advanced faster than our ability to detect phoniness. It is hard to imbue cynicism among people who are ignorant of even the basic facts of the world. Geology, for instance. The sum of most people's knowledge of geology is contained in the opening sequence of "The Beverly Hillbillies," when Jed Clampett is shooting for some food and up through the ground comes a bubblin' crude. Oil, that is. Black gold. Texas tea. If not for this we wouldn't know that oil sometimes spurts from the underbrush when hunters fire errantly.
How about getting Joel to live blog that 18th century weekend. The problem with people that watch too many costume dramas, present company included, is that we all envision ourselves as being part of the aristocracy. And if not the Darcys, at least no worse off than the Bennets.
Let's roll play the starving Irish farmer or the raped mulatto slave girl or the displaced aboriginal North American and then decide how much we like the 18th century. On average, I think I prefer the 21st century and I think I'll like the 22nd even better. None of it is high anxiety, but it's just a little running commentary inside my head. I was never even aware I was doing it until I started riding my bicycle to work. On my bike, I know it's going to take a while and there's a limit to how fast I can go. And also, I'm not affected much by traffic, since I have my own lane. So all the time related stress goes away. It's really great.
it's gone too far. nothing is "real" anymore. There are twenty somethings buying multi million dollar apartments in Manhattan with the enormous bonuses they received for buying/selling shares in companies that make money by means of bookkeeping rather than manufacturing. All over the country, people spend hundreds of dollars every month for television and internet services that they won't give up for a few days because they really can't afford to do anything else with their time (no matter what kind of special Wal Mart is running on soft drinks chips). And, of course, there is the fact that nothing will panic the population nearly as much as a "terrorist attack" on either the internet or broadcast infrastructure. Won't we all be willing to get back those first few stations and websites after an attack? Won't we be so relieved that we will barely notice that our ability to get a variety of points of view has vanished?
We will, inevitably, take that trip back in time you suggest, but, I am afraid, that it will not be a time travel adventure of our own choosing. We'll know what they tell us and nothing else (and our neighbors are hardly likely to know anything we don't ever again). If you're going to go all neo Luddite on us, you've got to go all the way. No toilet paper. Emptying the chamber pots every morning on the way to the stables to milk the cows and muck out the stalls before you hitch up Bessie for that Beltway gallop. And no toilet paper. Every dinner by candle light. And no toilet paper. Reading aloud to the spouse and offspring every night, followed by a good night's sleep on the cornshuck mattress. It happened during the winter and I noticed that I longed for the comfort of lightbulbes rather quickly.
I missed my computer, my television or the radio since it was to dark to read beside my puny candle. (I was not prepared for the end of civilisation.)
Anyway, my 18th century experience ended with me going to bed at a rediculous early hour.
The next morning was spent joyously setting all the clocks again. Glad that life was back to what it should be.
Another time I felt that I realy couldn't cut it in the past was when I went camping in Norway. My Norwegean friend and I were going to rough it in the middle of nowere. (Jotunheimen) We were going to be Grizly Adams and his bear.
Tents were packed, trecking shoes were bought and dehydrated food was shoved in our overweight backpacks.
It took us until the second eveing to decide that hiking back for 40 minutes to the car, and driving another 30 min to get a pizza in the last town we crossed was realy worth it.
It was the best pizza I ever had. I had a full set of the Foxfire books to use as reference manuals for when the bombs fell. I was going to be able to butcher hogs and grind corn and do all those pre industrial activities until a new dawn of libertarian freedom could re establish civilization from Liebowitz's shopping list. Then I decided I liked technology too much. Once someone broke my glasses, I would be just Piggy waiting for the savages to finish me off.
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