Thursday, 10 October 2013
Something was wrong with my body. Very wrong.
“It’s like that scene in Alien isn’t, Doc? Something weird is growing and it will take over my body and kill everyone in the room and the only way to save me is to lock me in a vacuum.”
“What? It’s just a wisdom tooth pushing through your gum.”
“Not an alien?”
“Not an alien.”
“But I’m too old for a new wisdom tooth.”
“But there it is. It means you have healthy teeth. You should be happy. But you should schedule another appointment.”
“Because you should remove it.”
If I were a better writer, or at least had more time to polish this half-anecdote, I could make it into an allegory for all that’s messed up with modern life or something, and you could marvel at my wit and wonder if the episode really did happen in real life because it fits so well. Well, it really did, but what it has to do with anything allegorically is beyond me. You do the math, Our Man’s algorithms are all maxed out.
But the reason for this post, if any, is that I got thinking the other day that things have changed.
We’re talking “historical cleavage” level of change. I don’t actually know what that phrase means either, but if you allow me to grope around in the dark for a bit, I’m sure I could turn it into a meaningful experience for me at least. What? Let me tease out a couple of points…
As the analogue era continues its slow death, is democracy doomed too? The world is complicit in selling off its soul for an ad-sponsored YouTube song, unconcerned at the NSA and GCHQ climbing into bed with Silicon Valley and into our sweaty palms. Well, if you’ve got nothing to hide, what are you worried about?
I have nothing to hide, now. But what about tomorrow when the rules have changed? And who will be making those changes? The US is too busy playing Russian Roulette with itself to worry about who is left to clean the bits of brain off the floor.
Sigh, guess I’m just getting old. It’s probably just more of the same. Go ahead Doc, yank that tooth out, wisdom is sooo yesterday.