Driving to Truro at the end of July, the
final story of the six o’clock news on the radio caught my attention. It was
about the launch of the new Windows 10 operating system, a system Microsoft has
created to work across all platforms: desktop, phone and tablet.
My
reaction to this story was to think, How far behind am I getting when it comes
to being plugged in?
I don’t have a
smart phone. I carry a flip phone in my purse that is rarely turned on; my
tablet is used only for the Skype program, and I’m typing this column on a
desktop computer.
I’ve never sent a
text.
Given
all the other stuff that’s going on in our world, this may seem like a silly
thing to worry about but is the day coming when I won’t have a clue how to work
anything?
There
is no denying that soon, every aspect of our lives will be run by a device
attached in some way to our bodies. Beyond remotes and timers and cars parking
themselves, I’m talking about a time when everything we do, right down to
breathing, is controlled by a tiny computer on, or perhaps implanted in, our
wrist.
But
wait, that time is already upon us. We already wear devices that count steps
and heart beats and calories, cars that run without a key and on voice command,
and eye glasses that project information and analyze a situation on the inside
of the lens.
I’m
worried I will wake up one day and not have a clue what anyone is talking
about. Or how they are talking about it. Or how to make myself a cup of coffee
or flush my toilet. There won’t even be an app for that because someone will
have come up with a new concept I won’t even know about.
Admittedly, my
resistance to keeping up with new technology has been deliberate. Part of me is
not interested in gadgets but a bigger part of me has a stubborn streak that
mutters, “You can’t tell me what to do.”
That stubborn
streak grows stronger every time a car pulls into our country road and drives
past the “No Exit” sign despite the fact they are now driving on a dirt lane.
But the GPS says this is the way to Linden so they’ll keep driving until it
becomes obvious to their own eyes that this is the wrong way.
That
moment gives me hope: Somewhere in their googled brain, they still possess the
ability to think for themselves, to solve a problem based on the evidence in
front of them, and make a decision. Without checking an electronic device.
The
funny thing is that those misdirected drivers are actually going in the right
direction. For a moment, however brief, they have tuned into the world around
them and used their senses to live their life. If they kept driving into the
woods, they’d be doing themselves a real favour.
In 2013,
researchers at the University of Colorado discovered that one week of camping, without electronics, resets our
biological body clock and synchronizes our system with sunrise and sunset. The
result is a good night’s sleep.
Electronics
disrupt our natural circadian rhythms. We stay up too late, we spend too much
time staring at a lighted screen, we don’t give our brains a chance to rest. The
result is a chronic sleep deprivation and really, what is the most common
lament of the 21st century working person?
“I’d give
anything for a good night’s sleep.”
It’s time to
consider ditching the GPS and turning off the smarter-than-you phone, and
following your senses down a long dirt lane to spend seven nights lying out
beneath the stars noticing that the universe is a whole lot bigger, and
brighter, than a screen.
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