Concocted a week ago, but due to noisy neighbours and other needless distractions (not to mention technical mishaps), this post was not published until 28 January 2014.
“It has become appallingly ovious that our technology has exceeded our humanity” Albert Einstein.
At last, my return to the Blogosphere is complete.
After revelling in the joy of having mastered the art of blogging and all its little technical inticracies, this writer was stumped to find that his latest post, albeit a mere first draft, not only failed to save properly, but disappeared altogether, zapped into that darkest and most perplexing of all mysteries: the limbo of cyberspace. Where it took hours to produce one blog, it only takes one nanosecond for one computer to erase. What the deuce?!
Was Bradscribe grounded before he could even contemplate reaching the heights of blogging greatness? Let me hasten to add that there are no worries here about WordPress: the finest blogging site available in the known universe; no, this is merely my Rage Against the Machines. Too many times whilst ploddin’ away on ANY writing task, the screen would freeze, the cursor would disappear, or the mouse refused to function. Several times during the last two months the need to chat and unwind with my wife took hold, but – would-u-adam-n-eve it – Skype would not work either… ha!
Alas, this is a reminder of essay-writing at university: “technical faults would NOT be accepted as an excuse for late essays” read the bold & official form, yet that’s the one excuse which caused two of my essays to be late – dammit!
In those days, students would congregate in computer clusters, fiddle, fluster and fidget for ten minutes until the whole unit crashed; now, of course, every student has their own laptop and tap away to their heart’s content, safe in the knowledge that it is their device and incapable of malfunctioning!
“Technological progress has merely provided us with more efficient means of going backwards” – Aldous Huxley.
Since my first tentative steps into wordprocessing, countless unutterable problems have tampered my work and upset my frame of mind. How can this be?
Rare conversations with Technophiles presented some classic odd moments: they just could not fathom how that which grants them immeasurable pant-wetting pleasure can fix me with such utter toil and hardship. Sometimes they look at me as if this great writer had just farted next to them in the same elevator. Why should they derive such joy from technology that ultimately frustrates me?? Never did the mind boggle more…
At some point, these whizz-kids must have encountered the same, or similar, problems – at least found themselves in a university cluster… which crashed.
I cannot be alone!
“One machine can do the work of fifty ordinary men. No machine can do the work of one extraordinary man” – Elbert Hubbard.
Of all the insufferable…. Hang on, there has to be a logical solution to this annoying situation (without lobbing the laptop outta the window.) There have been days when all you can do is sit back and guffaw heartily at the sheer irony and commonality of tech mishaps. It is strange, sometimes distracting, for this 20th century boy to see the proliferation of tech devices. While a lot of people can’t do without them, to me, it’s a case of: Keep your friends close, your tech gadgets closer.
And another thing… There is nothing more deflating than the term: ‘upgrade the system’ – is there, arguably, three more calamitous words in the English language? In this writer’s experience: certainly not. Whole streams of work, work hours, or even the entire day, have been lost because some “expert” considered the best plan of action would be to “fix” what was NOT broken.
This post will end here (before the wrath against anything new, shiny and/or complicated escalates) with Bradscribe happily and humbly lying back to reminisce about a simpler time of typewriters and longhand scribbling…