The Future Beckons Like Never Before
Why am I sooo old skool? I wanted to send emails to some people i met at a festival recently and many protested that they only use Facebook now. I don’t check my emails was the often repeated mantra. OK . . . Apparently email is just so passe. So I thought I would ask the guy at the Next Byte Apple shop in Brisbane if I am off the pace with the Facebook thing. His response? Facebook is Old School . . .email is the go again. OK . . .so in other words email is not old fashioned. Well . . .HONESTLY! how could it be? It was only invented yesterday and become within the first ten years of its ubiquity – say from 1995 to 2005 – THE indispensable communications technology of the digital age. It’s right up there with mobile computing. Huh! So where the F&%k are we NOW then? The fact is that no one really knows. But here’s what’s going on according to Dr Quantum.
The rate of change is now so rapid that the state of technology is actually in a state of fluidic flux. Technologists have itchy fingers on hair triggers. This is a breeding ground for the emergence of things that will amaze YOU. The Facebook frenzy of furious friending may well be the online experience du jour for some people. While for others it may be the deeper and more detailed content that email allows. The fact is that the gene codes for its environment. In other words if you meet folks who are into Facebook, then getting into Facebook with them may be a great thing to do. On the other hand if you’re hanging out with a group of History Professors, they may prefer email, or even letters written on parchment in copperplate with a Gooses quill, while a group of truck drivers prefer the CB radio. Context then is everything and flexibility is key.
If you’re like me and remember being sent home from school to watch the Moon landing on black and white TV, (Neil Armstrong RIP) then you may find all the communications technology just a tad overwhelming. Ganglions are twitching so rapidly that many have turned to valium or even in desperation to meditation. Shock horror gasp. There is a storm of static raging in the ethers and the blasts of noise in the multiple media rooms that are people’s lounge rooms, bedrooms, cars, bars and handbags . . . and soon no doubt in the brain implants of what? . . .12 year olds – ARE DEAFENING. Something’s going on here that is wildly unpredictable. The upside will be truly amazing. I am holding for that upside. There are already enough negatives floating around that speculating on the dystopia is wholly meaningless at this point. The future is having a party and we’re all invited. Don’t forget to R.S.V.P. it will be a surprise. Promise.