by KaiserJeep » Mon 12 Jun 2017, 12:55:39
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Ibon', 'W')e are in a very remote location and our internet service is provided by a small company that set up a series of microwave towers in the valley and fortunately our ridge top has line of sight with one of the companies towers. For $58 a month we have fast internet service. In the beginning the connection was slow and I mentioned this to the provider and for a one time $ 350 hard ware investment one of their technicians climbed the tower and provided us a dedicated point to point transmitter... (try asking Verizon to do that!)
During the rainy season (now) we have occasional outages. Sometimes the reason is up here on our end, sometimes down in the valley. Anyway, I have been observing myself when the internet goes out. Within a couple hours I start to wonder if this will be a longer outage. If it lasts overnight I start wondering what important emails and Whatsapp messages am I missing. When it goes to two days I start to get anxiety that I am missing some guest inquiries or some important news out there, important family info, etc.
And then when the internet comes back up almost every time there is absolutely nothing important that I missed. And every damn time I ask myself why did I start getting this anxiety? It's never about missing some important content, it is about not knowing what it is you might be missing. It bothers me though, this digital thread that makes it up here and makes me feel dependent somehow, and every time this dependency is only shadows.
The internet has had this this insidious ability to hitchhike on top of this innate sense you have of belonging and when it is removed you have this weird feeling like you out of contact with your tribe. It's all not real though but it triggers this innate sense of belonging that then has the ability of eclipsing organic reality.
I enjoy this site for example and being able to share thoughts with folks all over the world many of whom have world views different than my own and different from most of our guests. This is valuable to me on some tribal level. That part I recognize.
Also that we could not do this project in such a remote location without the internet because of all the logistics required.
Now you understand my statement that the human race is a cybernetic hybrid species of man and machine. Even the Third World is attaching to the network with solar powered mobile phones which connect to solar powered cell towers each of which has a satellite connection if not in line-of-sight to another tower. In fact such mobile devices are doing more than all the missionaries in all the world to spread literacy - nothing motivates somebody to learn how to read or earn an income like a good interactive online game. As they pass into adolescence, they add pornography to their interests.
True story: The Summer of her Junior year in Beloit College, my then 21-year-old daughter asked for and received our aid in travelling to Australia to study the rich ecology of the Australian rain forests and the Great Barrier Reef. Her gestures of rebellion (she was a late bloomer, her rebellious "terrible teens" happened in her early 20's) was a tattoo down low on her back and a pierced navel, both of which she had done in Australia without our permission. (We made her pay with her own money, retroactively.) The point being that in the near future, a teen or young adult gesture of rebellion will be an implanted man/machine interface in their skull. My Grandkids (who just turned 2 last week) might do this, and the thought alarms me.
But I actually believe that both me and you are hybrid man/machines already, entirely dependent upon cyber reality. Today this habit is harder to break than smoking tobacco - I must log on at least twice a day, or I feel spiritually constipated. While at home, I often increase the frequency to 4-6 times per day, and this is probably my favorite haunt.

The Singularity is in the past, Kudzu Ape is now Kudzu Cyborg, and all his habits are unchanged, he has simply acquired new ones. But you and I are also the last generation who grew up without the network, my kid was using a mouse at age 7 and never slowed down. We are unhealthily obsessed, the younger folks either acquire more balance, or vegetate in front of a screen eating junk food, and never reproduce.
But I wince to contemplate what will happen with a Wifi link in your head. Will we learn to recognize those humans who are continuously networked? Will they appear different, with a glazed expression or a distant stare? Will we even know when we talk to them? Will they panic or run amok when they are unexpectedly disconnected from the network or from their cyber family? In 10 years, will PO.com be a network node of interconnected minds which share an interest in FF exhaustion?