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Jan 13

Improve Your Digital Waistline in 2013

A lot of us will resolve to consume less in 2013.

Less sugar. Less alcohol. Less snacking. We all view a reduction in consumption as a way to becoming better people.

But what about reducing our consumption of information?

A friend of mine recently posted on Facebook an article about a lunatic who was shooting firemen who arrived on the scene to fight a fire. My friend included the caption: “WTF is wrong with this world?”

I argued that that this doesn’t represent anything necessarily “wrong” with the world; it’s just the way it’s always been. But now there are more channels to fill, so we have more information (like lunatics shooting firemen) at our disposal. And I’m not sure it’s a good thing.

Let me first say this: The Internet is glorious place. But if you are somebody with a glass-half-empty disposition, it’s very easy to find things that only serve to reinforce your belief that the world is going to hell in a hand basket. After all: alarmist reporting garners more clicks than stories about cute kitty cats.

I have no doubt that belief in the Mayan doomsday prophecy was fueled by a wealth of unregulated information running rampant in the deep recesses of the World Wide Web. Those who chose to believe could find exactly what they needed to find to reinforce their belief that an ancient civilization had predicted the end of the world. But just because it’s on the Web doesn’t mean it’s right.

With 2013 less than 13 hours old, maybe it’s time we start to become more aware of what type of information we are consuming. Or, just like with alcohol and sugar, maybe we focus on consuming an appropriate amount.

Everything is better in moderation, including Facebook and Twitter and the Web. I’m not saying we ignore it, because I truly believe the Web is a wonderful place that has more benefits than drawbacks. But if we allow ourselves to get sucked in, it can quickly become a place of despair.

So this week, as you are working hard to keep those New Year’s Resolutions intact, think about the information you are consuming, and ask yourself: Am I consuming the right kind?

It might just change your outlook.


23
Mar 12

The Post Where I Do My Best Andy Rooney Impersonation

A few weeks ago I finished reading the futuristic gamer novel, “Ready Player One.”

Science fiction isn’t usually my thing. But I was more than a little intrigued after reading the premise. Anything that is going to hearken back to my childhood (read: video games from the 80′s) will, at the very least, get my attention for a few chapters.

Plus, many people on the Twitter had suggested it. So I decided to borrow it from the library (remember those?)

I’m glad I did.

The book takes place in the year 2044. The main character, Wade Watts, is a kid who, along with the rest of Earth’s population, spends almost his entire waking existence “living” in a program called OASIS — a virtual reality scenario where anybody can be anyone, all the while hiding behind an avatar they’ve created.

When the creator of OASIS dies,  his last will and testament reveals he has hidden three Easter eggs in the simulation. The first person to find them becomes the lone beneficiary of the creator’s vast sums of wealth, as well as the sole proprietor of OASIS.

And they become the most powerful person in this fictional 2044 world. So you can see the story’s conflict comes from.

But back to the avatars for a second.

The citizens of this Earth spend almost all of their waking moments ensconced in OASIS, roaming the vast network of worlds that have been created as part of this virtual world. At least in this universe, face-to-face conversations with real people have gone the way of personal freedoms. They are practically non-existent. But it seems that they are more comfortable conversing this way.

While reading this book (which I recommend, by the way) I was struck by how closely this resembles today’s world.

I see it on the streets as people nearly run into me with their heads tilted down toward their iPhone.

I see it in meetings as people flip through their Twitter account during a presentation.

I see it in restaurants on dates where the couple is so interested in each other, that they have to tell Facebook everything.

Our generation (and the one hot on our tails) are becoming too comfortable with technology when it comes to advancing their relationships.

And this can only end badly.

***

Recently, Gizmodo posted an article titled “Facebook Is Making Us Miserable.”

(Go ahead. I’ll wait here while you read it. Done? Good. Let’s move on.)

It encapsulates how sites like Facebook can suck you in for hours, causing you to lose track of time, all the while lowering your self-esteem.

One passage, in particular, stood out:

“Last, there’s a decline of close relationships. Gone are the days where Facebook merely complemented our real-life relationships. Now, Facebook is actually winning share of our core, off-line interactions. One participant summed it up simply: “We Facebook chat instead of meeting up. It’s easier.”

I don’t want to sound like a technophobe, because I’m not. There’s a time and a place for everything.

But how long will it be until we rely solely on Facebook to advance our personal relationships?

Or has it already happened?

But it’s not just Facebook that is ruining our ability to have real, honest-to-goodness conversations.

A recent study shows that a typical teen sends up to 60 text messages a day on their phones. Friends, parents, colleagues…nobody is off-limits when it comes to modern society’s laziest form of communication.

Sure, they’re easy and convenient, but they are also a breeding ground for poor grammar and a deadening of our social skills.

Here’s an experiment to try at home: The next time you’re out with friends, put all of the phones face down in the center of the table and force the first person who checks their phone to pay the bill. If the people you are with aren’t important enough to delay checking your Twitter account, maybe you’re not worthy of their time, either.

It’s harder than you think.

***

Facebook designers want you to forget that you are using their site when you log in. Rather, they want you to leave your session with the feeling that you just spent time with your friends and families and people you graduated high school who you haven’t actually seen in 12 years. They don’t want you to consciously think that you are actually in Facebook.

Does this sound familiar? It should. I just wrote about it 300 words ago.

Facebook wants to mimic the effects of serotonin – that stuff in the brain that makes you happy.

And if they succeed?

You might as well cancel all of your plans, drop out of society and wear live animals as hats. Because nobody is going to actually see you. Just your Facebook profile.

After all, why would you stop doing something if it makes you happy?


18
Aug 11

Don’t Let Your Parents Grow Up To Be Technophobes

I love my Dad. I do.

But I think he’s afraid of technology.

This past weekend my Dad and I went on an epic golf trip (81 holes in 52 hours) in mid-Michigan with 14 other guys, but we almost screwed up the format right from the start, thanks to my Dad’s refusal to embrace technology.

Two days before we left, we had a brief conversation on the phone:

“I’ll pick you up around 9 and I’ll plug directions to Pilgrim’s Run into my phone,” I said.

“No – I’ll print out the directions. It will be easier that way,” he answered.

“Fine. I’ll see you on Friday.”

On Friday morning I arrived, as promised, and we proceeded to figure out the puzzle that was fitting two sets of golf clubs and suitcases into my tiny Pontiac G6. As we backed out of the driveway, I tried again (unsuccessfully) to handle the directions.

“We just hop on 96 and take it to 131, right?” I asked.

“No, I have a different way to go,” my Dad replied, and pulled out hard copies of the directions.

Sighing, I gave up and let him guide us.

When we were five minutes from the golf course, he told me to keep an eye open for Chippewa Rd.

After we passed the green sign telling us Chippewa Road was the next light, I saw another sign for Buck’s Run golf club, which was the course where we would end our trip.

“I didn’t know we were so close to Buck’s Run,” I said as we passed the sign.

“Neither did I,” my Dad answered.

It took me three seconds to figure out what happened.

“You directed us to the wrong golf course, didn’t you?”

My Dad look down at the paper directions in his hand, then flipped over the top page to see the name of the golf course.

“Shit.”

***
Like a lot of parental units, mine, for the most part, steadfastly refuse technology.

Save for a Bluetooth headset that my Dad wears 24/7 (kidding. sort of.) and the bare bones cell phone they use to — GASP! — make phone calls with, they don’t own any of the consumer gadgets that are ubiquitous in the modern world.

I will never see my Mom curl up on the couch with a Kindle.

They won’t text message back-and-forth with me to learn which new words my one-year-old daughter is saying.

And, as we’ve seen, I will collect Social Security before I ever see them use a smartphone to get directions to a golf course.

While I respect the fact that they haven’t succumbed to the timesuck that is Facebook, there is room for some technology. After all, technology is what we use to make our lives easier.

***

Thankfully we made it to the correct golf course in plenty of time, so now we can laugh about that time we almost ruined a golf outing.

On the way home on Sunday night, I tried one last time to get my Dad to embrace a little technology.

“Next year if we go on this golf trip again, I’ll be the one who gets the directions.”

“No you won’t,” he said. “I’ll print them, but I’ll make sure we go to the right course.”

I sighed again.

Complain all I want about his stubbornness when it comes to technology, but he’s still my Dad, and I’m still his son.

I’ll defer to him for directions next time.

Image courtesy of Chokola.


26
Oct 10

Amazon Kindle: Mark of the Beast?

The Amazon Kindle scares me.

Wait. Let me start over.

I love the Amazon Kindle and I desperately want one. I love the idea of being able to access any book in my collection at the click of a button without having to walk all the way down the basement stairs to peruse my bookshelf. I love the idea of not getting up off the couch when it comes to finding reading material.

However, it represents, at least to me, one of those technological advancements that separates generations.

See, I enjoy curling up on the couch with the physical form of a book. I like the way it feels in my hands. I (don’t laugh) like the way books smell.

But I know that the only books my kids’ kids (read: my grand kids) will ever know will be found in a digital form. When I explain to them the good ‘ol days of cars that humans drove and books that contained real pages, they’ll look at me the same way I did when my Dad confessed to me that it took him two years to figure out you could reply to email instead of forwarding your response. (How’s that for some shit my Dad says?)

In short, this device terrifies me and makes me feel old.

I worry about which technological advancements will render me obsolete.

Don’t get me wrong – I love gadgets. But what I don’t love is where my brain goes when I think about the fact that, soon, all of our tomes will be digitized.

What’s next?! ROBOTS THAT READ BOOKS TO US!?

See what I mean? My brain just went there.

In a world destined to be overrun with technologies, ebooks are surely the first step. I have no choice but to willingly succumb to the dark side.

So who wants to buy me a Kindle?


13
Oct 10

If You Really Care, Get Off Facebook

I love Facebook for the simple fact that it’s an easy way to stay in touch with old high school friends and colleagues. You know, people who I don’t see very often, but would like to know how they’re doing.

But even at its best, Facebook should not act as a substitute for personal interaction. In fact, I believe it’s made us lazier when it comes to stoking the relationships that matter.

My wife turning 30 yesterday is a prime example of this phenomenon. 

Guess how her parents and brother wished her a happy birthday?

Yep.

On Facebook.

No phone call. No visit.

A Facebook wall post. They chose the activity that literally took the least amount of effort. And what if my wife didn’t log on yesterday?

It’s so easy to pound out a few words to a friend when you’re killing time on Facebook.

But are you willing to put in the work for the relationships that really matter?

If so, get off Facebook and pick up the phone.