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DEALING WITH THE GODDAMNED DIGITAL AGE PART 1: MOBILE, ALABAMA

Ye blind guides, which strain at a gnat, and swallow a camel.

Matthew 23:24

And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light. Therefore it is no great thing if his ministers also be transformed as the ministers of righteousness; whose end shall be according to their works.

2 Corinthians 11:14-15

These are the days of miracle and wonder and don’t cry baby, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

Paul Simon

In 1910, in a nun’s nightmare . . . drivers talk on tiny telephones, and tap on tiny typewriters while driving–killing themselves, other drivers, and pedestrians, as a result.

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Let me begin this post by assuring readers that in using the term, Goddamned, in its title, I am not, from any religious perspective, “using the Lord’s name in vain.” No, I am not using the name, God, lightly or meaninglessly at all–I am quite serious in using it.  Because if anything is damned by God, the Digital Age is; if anything is swallowing a camel, while straining at a gnat, the Digital Age is; if anything is Satan disguised as an angel of light, the Digital Age is; if anything is miracle and wonder which ultimately end the world with a whimper, the Digital Age is; if anything is industrial-scale slaughter on the world’s highways, the Digital Age is.

Yet I use Digital-Age technology to condemn the Digital Age.  Hypocrisy–or good-old-fashioned poetic justice?  I think the latter.  But you decide for yourself.

This Digital-Age technology–it’s like it wasn’t supposed to happen.  It’s like some traveler from the future, from another dimension, or from another solar system or galaxy caused it.  I grew up in the Space Age.  And that was the direction in which technology was moving–toward space exploration.  Then something went wrong.

One day, in my fourth-grade class, the teacher asked us what we wanted to do when we grew up.  I said I wanted to be a starship captain.  No one laughed–this seemed quite feasible.  Another boy said he’d like to be a trucker.  And the teacher commented that he’d probably be driving an airborne truck–that there would probably be flying cars and trucks by then.  And no one laughed.  This really did seem quite feasible to most adults, as well as children.

Even after the last manned moon landing, the Space Age continued–with the space shuttle program, and eventually an orbiting space station (all this Space-Age technological development despite the costly arms race between the United States and the Soviet Union).

Then NASA scrapped the space shuttle program–so U.S. astronauts would now have to rely on Ultranationalist Vladimir Putin’s Russian regime for transportation to and from the International Space Station.

Yet Space-Age technology wasn’t discontinued so much as it was replaced–by Digital-Age technology.  And a human species looking toward interstellar escape from its crowded, polluted cage found itself even more confined to its crowded, polluted cage–with the added torment of ever-increasing social chaos.  The Space Age, which was to free humanity, was replaced with the Digital Age, which further confined humanity.  Something went wrong–and this was it.

It wasn’t called the Digital Age in the beginning–it was called the Age of Information or the Information Age.  And it wasn’t such a monster, in the beginning either.

My brother Mike spoke favorably of compact discs in the early 1980s.  This was Digital-Age technology.  But compact discs were expensive then–compact disc players far more expensive.  We were fine with records and tapes.

Personal computers, in the late 1970s and 1980s, also used Digital-Age technology.  But I never had one of these–most people didn’t.  We didn’t need these.  We have to have personal computers these days, and this takes the fun out of them.  Before the Internet, we didn’t have to.  So computers were fun, and cool.  And we enjoyed watching movies centering around these fun, cool devices, like Electric Dreams and Wargames.

And we enjoyed playing the new computer games (later called video games)–away from home.  These used Digital-Age technology.  My favorites were Phoenix, Robotron, Time Pilot, Ms. Pac Man, and sometimes Defender.  My brother-in-law Tom introduced me to these games.  And my friend Joseph invited me to go along with him and his family and friends to play them.  We used to go to Chuck E. Cheese’s to play them.  The children would eat the pizza–we teenagers would play video games.

One evening there I really stole the show playing Robotron.  On one quarter, one game, I began racking up points fast.  And the other teenagers noticed, stood back and watched as I beat the high score.  I felt great–and was so excited that, when I got home, my dad asked what was wrong with me–asked if I’d been smoking marijuana, or something, in a strongly disapproving tone.  He rarely allowed me to be exuberant about anything.

We wouldn’t play video games at home–we’d play video games at places like Chuck E. Cheese’s, and at video arcades.  It was a social thing.  We didn’t sit home alone playing these–we got out among other people.

And something else: These games didn’t incite violence.  If we shot at anything, we shot at robots, warplanes, or spaceships.  We didn’t get points for killing other humans–we got points for saving them.  This was the case with Robotron.  This was even the case with Terminator 2: Judgment Day–we lost points if we shot other humans.

I remembered this with great concern as I saw one of my nephews playing Mortal Combat and other such games, years later.  You weren’t supposed to kill other humans–but these goddamned games rewarded you for killing other humans. And they still do.

The video game, Terminator 2: Judgment Day, followed the 1991 film.  By this time, Robotron had been removed from most video arcades, lobbies, and rooms–along with Phoenix, Time Pilot, and Defender.  (Sometime in the mid 1990s, I found a long-removed Time Pilot game outside a warehouse.  I asked about purchasing it.  I was told I could buy it for $400–but also told that if when the computer console broke down, I wouldn’t be able to order replacement parts because they were no longer manufactured.  I had $400, but chose not to purchase it for that reason.  Maybe I should have–I might have worn played it out in a day, or in a decade.)

By 1990, I learned of word processing in my Advanced Fiction Writing class.  This was Digital-Age technology.  My instructor had a word processor–some of the other students had word processors.  I couldn’t afford a word processor–I used my recently-deceased brother Mike’s electronic typewriter.  Yet this worked well for me.

The Internet was still a novelty in the early 1990s–most people weren’t online then.  As I recall, even the names Internet and Worldwide Web were used interchangeably.  Singles groups were still the thing, singles bars were still the thing–there was even telephone dating (although no one called it that).  I met a lot of single women through the Mobile Singles Line.  Mobile was one of many cities nationwide that had a singles phone line that was part of Call America Systems in Florida.  Most singles lines charged you by the minute–they were ripoffs.  The Mobile Singles Line–like all singles lines run by Call America Systems–had a flat weekly, monthly, or bimonthly fee ($20, $30, or $40 respectively).  I could call as many times as I liked, leave messages for as many women as I liked, and listen to as many messages as I liked.  Unlike the Pensacola Singles Line, the Mobile Singles Line always worked for me–I met a woman I’d end up dating, every time I signed up.  I couldn’t see the women over the phone, of course–but I could hear their voices, and I could make sure they were who what they said they were.

And letter-writing was still in style–I wrote single women all over the world, women whose addresses I’d received from International Pen Friends, a Dublin-based pen pal organization that would share addresses of members (with their consent, of course) for a reasonable fee.

In the mid 1990s, I finally obtained a compact disc (CD) player (a portable stereo with a dual cassette drive, radio, and CD player).  I even remember my first CD–Ray Stevens’ Greatest Hits (“The Streak” and “It’s Me Again, Margaret” were are my favorites–hilarious, timeless).  From there, I began building my CD collection.

And my parents got me a word processor on sale.  It was a wonderful device–no Internet connection, I didn’t need one.  It was wonderful being able to write and revise almost simultaneously.  And the Tetris game on one of the disks was a lot of fun too.

During this time I had a friend named Joe.  Joe was a very private person, with some interesting takes on life.  He was the only person I’ve ever known who didn’t have a telephone–he didn’t want to be bothered with constant phone calls. He laughingly told about how one of the guys where he worked had just gotten Internet service–how he was bragging about having AOL.  For a lot of people, Internet access was just a status symbol then–at least that’s how they came across to others.

And though Joe had a television, he rarely watched it–he spent most of his free time reading books.  He once said that television was the worst thing ever invented.  I hadn’t thought of that before, but I realized he was right.  Television did so much more harm than good (as it still does).  Yet looking back, television was the first worst thing ever invented–the Internet would become the next.  And cellphones and other such mobile devices would follow–in the most nightmarish way.

GET ‘EM WHILE THEY’RE WEIRD!

I can’t resist posting these two photos recently banned from Facebook, because they’re so darkly hilarious, and especially because, well, they’re banned!

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DRUNKEN POST #16

No, I’m not writing any more of these than usual–it’s just that I don’t write anything in-between, since I’m busy with this online dating thing right now.  Got my first positive response though–will be interesting to see if it amounts to anything. 

Where in the hell is everyone?  Reminds me of that B.J. Thomas song:  “Where have the people gone?  Seems like there’s no one hangin’ on.  Look through the window, the houses are empty.  Hey, everybody’s out of town.  Seems like I’m the only one around.”

I think it’s because it’s finally fall–though you can’t tell in the daytime.  There are so many things to do, places to go once the summer heat and humidity let up–though it won’t be until late this month before the weather really gets nice.  It’s always been this way, along the upper Gulf Coast–though moreso now that global warming is increasing exponentially.

I can’t get Delbert on the phone.  Nor can I get Brandon, or his mom.  And it’s too late to call my parents–they don’t like to be called after 9 pm.  Besides, if they knew I’d been driving my dad’s truck drunk…Still, I’m a much safer driver drunk, or even high on caffeine than most other people in this nowhere town.  Because I pay attention.  I don’t even play the radio when I’m driving.  Pensacola drivers were already the worst in the nation when I moved here in 1998.  But since those fucking cellphones have been legalized, they’re unbelievable.  My parents urge me to get a cellphone, for emergencies.  No way!  I’m not going to become another one of those goddamned cellphone zombies!  The cellphone is possibly the most socially destructive invention in history.  And I refuse to have any part in it.

Even tonight, at dinner with the Singletons, one of our members was fooling with a smartphone game, or texting (I don’t know which) the whole time we waited for dinner.  He didn’t even say a goddamned thing to his girlfriend–just kept playing with that stupid piece of shit!  Drivers use them.  Pedestrians use them.  And I guarantee the usage of these evil devices is responsible for far more accidents than drunk driving or speeding! 

It’s so ironic–we have more methods of communication than ever, yet we communicate less than ever.  People talk or text on their cellphones/smartstupidphones while walking or driving or just standing around–ignoring those who are there, in person, right beside them!  Am I the only person who sees a problem here?

We have gotten along without cellphones/iphones/stupidphones for tens of thousands of years just fine–and we’ve always gotten help in emergencies.  The Internet is socially destructive enough–hey, I’m hooked on the Internet, I even spend more time on it than watching television.  We’ve got to draw a line somewhere–we need to draw it with the Internet (and that doesn’t include ipads and iphones either, we shouldn’t use the Internet except when using an actual computer).

SO IF YOU HAVE A FUCKING CELLPHONE, IPHONE, STUPIDPHONE, GET RID OF THE FUCKING THING!  ERASE EVERYTHING ON IT, AND TOSS IT IN A DUMPSTER–OR JUST TAKE A SLEDGEHAMMER TO IT!  THAT DEVICE IS A BALL AND CHAIN FOR YOU, AND A DANGEROUS, DESTRUCTIVE NUISANCE TO EVERYONE ELSE.  AND YOU DON’T NEED IT TO TAKE PICTURES–YOU CAN GET A FUCKING DIGITAL CAMERA FOR THAT.  THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR YOU TO USE A CELLPHONE, IPHONE, STUPIDPHONE–GET RID OF THE GODDAMNED THING!  HANG UP, AND DRIVE/WALK/TALK WITH THOSE RIGHT NEXT TO YOU!  OUR SOCIETY IS GOING TO HELL, AND THE USAGE OF THOSE EVIL DEVICES IS ONE OF THE REASONS!

The primary reason our society is falling apart is the loss of two absolutely necessary institutions for any civilization: family and community.  We don’t care about family anymore, and we don’t even know our neighbors anymore. 

I know the “world” is not going to end on December 21 of this year, but a part of me wishes it would.  There will be no Rapture, because there is no Christ–yet I can certainly understand why Christians hope and pray for it.   This really is the worst era in human history.  Sure, our ancestors had harder lives, as far as survival.  But they had family and they had community–and we no longer do.  Pardon my language, but this world really has never been as fucked-up as it is now!

And the United States–my country by chance, not choice–has been the leading fucker-upper of the rest of the world since 1917!  And it’s still the worst influence of any country in the world!

Even my foul language in this post is, paradoxically, an indicator of how fucked-up this country is!  Our ancestors didn’t use such foul language so often as we, because they had no fucking reason to!

And it doesn’t matter how you vote either–the only thing that can save this society is a major catastrophe that would bring us to our senses.


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