Turkle leads the chorus that insists that taking time out is becoming dangerously difficult and that we need to follow their lead and log off.
This refrain is repeated just about any time someone is forced to detether from a digital appendage. Forgetting one’s phone causes a sort of existential crisis. Having to navigate without a maps app, eating a delicious lunch and not being able to post a photograph, having a witty thought without being able to tweet forces reflection on how different our modern lives really are. To spend a moment of boredom without a glowing screen, perhaps while waiting in line at the grocery store, can propel people into a This American Life–worthy self-exploration about how profound the experience was.
…..The current obsession with the analog, the vintage, and the retro has everything to do with this fetishization of the offline. The rise of the mp3 has been coupled with a resurgence in vinyl. Vintage cameras and typewriters dot the apartments of Millennials. Digital photos are cast with the soft glow, paper borders, and scratches of Instagram’s faux-vintage filters. The ease and speed of the digital photo resists itself, creating a new appreciation for slow film photography. “Decay porn” has become a thing. (Dig it)
I followed a link on Twitter and immediately my screen filled up with so much gloriousness I almost couldn’t handle it.
First of all that ad: Who is the Her I can spy on? Any – her? Really? This is creepy. Also, this was on the Onion mobile site soooooooo, they’re in league with stalkers.
Secondly: Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J, American Heroes and ur-Juggalos. I’ve spilled enough digital ink about them.
But still, that ad.