Everything we post online gets sucked into the web somewhere. The mere thought that our words, images, and videos are living on some server in Indiana or India is interesting yet frightening.
The cloud stores our content just as loosely as we own a Kindle book. While we get to enjoy the ease and ubiquity of the infinite digital file, it can also go defunct in a moment’s notice with the flip of the switch.
On the other hand, everything can start and end on paper. It’s more durable than bytes, having passed on ideas and notes for centuries. Paper is inexhaustible.
The evolution of data changes ledgers from one minute to the next. Notebooks can be stagnant things, and within them more permanently owned memories.
What if the four distracted Beatles never looked up during the Abbey Road album shoot? This cartoon presents a funny, modern-day interpretation of the iconic The Beatles Abbey Road album cover. The only thing missing, besides Paul McCartney's shoes, is the Abbey Road zebra-crossing. Chances are the driver also works for Uber.
As spacesuit design continues to become thinner and more dynamic — there are touchscreen sensitive gloves, an attached helmet and built-in ventilation in the latest uniform — it's worth looking at how both US and Russian spacesuits have evolved over time.
Start by looking at the original suit designed for the moon mission above, then check out the diagram below. I still like the simplicity and balance of the Apollo A7-L EVA but the blue Apollo A5-L suit is ace as well.
Those shiny toys, they give us all the answers and leave little to the imagination. What could unleash creativity like a blank paper does for a pack of gel pens instead turns off the lite-brite of ideas.
Charles and Ray Eames knew about the risks of shiny objects all along.
Hearts manipulated at scale. It's as if social media is the new religion. The double-tap ❤️ permeates everything, so much so we stopped going on vacation for pleasure and instead with desire to accumulate likes.
Studies show that if your phone is in your field of vision you won't be able to resist it. Do you think you can go without your phone a whole minute? No way! Not if it's within reach.
Over stimulation is an impediment to insight. Self-knowledge and new ideas percolate in disconnection. Yet it pains people even a minute to sit with their own thoughts.
The tug of war between consciousness and screen addiction is real. The lite brite is there to kill different avenues of thought. Fidget spinners are just sops. Give youmind permission to dodge the hook.
Two America’s, two different realities. If you can shape your own feeds and build an arsenal of self-confirming information, why do you ever have to see the other side?
But that’s precisely the problem. Inundated with reassurances and accelerated culture, people promptly ignore what they disagree with. Technology is not neutral; instead, it is weaponized to meet group ends.
Democracies thrive in open environments. They need proper dissent and discourse. Above all, a healthy system of government needs a continuity of ideas.
Secondly, democracies need your own thoughts and reflections. If your first opinion is usually someone else’s, the latter should be based on your aggregate experiences and education.
Listen to your views like you listen to your life. Is your interpretation still accurate? Challenge yourself, and read this book for extra credit — you'll thank me later.
The internet is half bots, half real people. It makes you question whether humans are even evolving or code is the only advancer.
Take a scan of Twitter and you’ll hardly notice a difference between man and machine. They both spew the same self-confirming garbage. But even the bots are more random now — arbitrariness used to be a distinctly human trait.
Technology appears to open and close the world simultaneously. And while there’s been lots of good there’s also going to be many things people give up, like understanding and decency. Only the coward hides behind the screen.
“Everything is the way it is because it got that way,” said the British biologist D’Arcy Thompson in 1917. Cells and clustered neurons, people bloomed from individuals into the collective and back to weirdos again.
The route to self-identity rolls like a sine wave, an inherent mimetic desire clashing against the laws of conformity. We are our own small army as well as part a tribe.
Physically, mentally, emotionally, the tug of war between the two selves cements all knowledge into an injection of boldness.