A mobile lab is a bunch of free laptops.
i haven't used much of this "post" function of livejournal in long enough that few have thought me for dead, or overseas travelling. that itself would be sad if it weren't that it's even sadder i could be so teathered to chipboard technology that the non-use of it would consider me unliving.
funny, but sadder still that i can admit to it. the internet and computers have become an embedded condiut in my daily grind that unless slowly weaned off, i can feel myself display withdrawl symptoms. in terms of personal health, that is fucking sad because as much as i enjoy using (enjoy being the operative word) the internet and PC, i deplore those who revolve their entire existance within a cyber realm. oblivious to a world they can actually touch, but instead involve their entire selves into this network of mostly horseshit information almost to the point of inserting a wire into their bloodstream. the matrix is already here, and it's not that people can live in the real world but are forced to live in a simulation, but that that simulation has become the real world, and the outside is the caves dancing shadow. use of the net with the most restraint seems to be those who were already grown up when the web became public.this group of early thirty's late twenty's adults can still see the internet as a facet of new technology. that it can still be a foreign tool to be used and untouched after. a cheap and uncaring whore more or less.
what of then, of those too young to remember when the tech was new; and the W.W.W was a fact of life?
this appears to be (correct me if im wrong) the demographic that most readily abuses the internet. the computer. the online game. that severe withdrawl from their crack-128kbs-pipe can lead to isolation from what society can call "daily life".
i remember when i had my first huff of Ether'net speed. it was stupifying and phenomenal.the absolute power i felt at my mere digital thoughts and actions being able to move faster than ever before. i nearly shit myself when i first played starcraft online. i'm playing against a guy in korea, a girl in england and some angry fuck in holland? and we're playing in real time? That, was progress.
but it wasn't to last. with so much becoming faster, my tolerance for slowness in computers wanes. attempting to adopt a "slow movement" belief works best for those who weren't born when the internet was part of the mandatory requirements for having a computer.
back to where i was going with the begining of this post, fuck my dependancy. fuck my needs and fuck email, livejournal, instant messaging holding me in its mighty deathgrip.
i am writing this post in class, on a laptop supplied by the school. holy crap.
Post Script:
I am attempting to write a sociological paper on how "Punks don't exist in the suburbs". any views, comments, query's and the like are grealy appreciated and welcome.
funny, but sadder still that i can admit to it. the internet and computers have become an embedded condiut in my daily grind that unless slowly weaned off, i can feel myself display withdrawl symptoms. in terms of personal health, that is fucking sad because as much as i enjoy using (enjoy being the operative word) the internet and PC, i deplore those who revolve their entire existance within a cyber realm. oblivious to a world they can actually touch, but instead involve their entire selves into this network of mostly horseshit information almost to the point of inserting a wire into their bloodstream. the matrix is already here, and it's not that people can live in the real world but are forced to live in a simulation, but that that simulation has become the real world, and the outside is the caves dancing shadow. use of the net with the most restraint seems to be those who were already grown up when the web became public.this group of early thirty's late twenty's adults can still see the internet as a facet of new technology. that it can still be a foreign tool to be used and untouched after. a cheap and uncaring whore more or less.
what of then, of those too young to remember when the tech was new; and the W.W.W was a fact of life?
this appears to be (correct me if im wrong) the demographic that most readily abuses the internet. the computer. the online game. that severe withdrawl from their crack-128kbs-pipe can lead to isolation from what society can call "daily life".
i remember when i had my first huff of Ether'net speed. it was stupifying and phenomenal.the absolute power i felt at my mere digital thoughts and actions being able to move faster than ever before. i nearly shit myself when i first played starcraft online. i'm playing against a guy in korea, a girl in england and some angry fuck in holland? and we're playing in real time? That, was progress.
but it wasn't to last. with so much becoming faster, my tolerance for slowness in computers wanes. attempting to adopt a "slow movement" belief works best for those who weren't born when the internet was part of the mandatory requirements for having a computer.
back to where i was going with the begining of this post, fuck my dependancy. fuck my needs and fuck email, livejournal, instant messaging holding me in its mighty deathgrip.
i am writing this post in class, on a laptop supplied by the school. holy crap.
Post Script:
I am attempting to write a sociological paper on how "Punks don't exist in the suburbs". any views, comments, query's and the like are grealy appreciated and welcome.