Tuesday, April 5, 2016

this is the mind of the person whose skull is filled with organically grown cotton

Thanks to technology, we can provide a digital simulation of an analog gauge, which costs only about 30x what an analog device would have cost if digitizing-the-world hadn't rendered actual working parts and skilled labor as pseudo-redundant or, at least for the present era's collective mind, not useful for any purpose we'd like to see achieved.

Analog needles, but the analogy stops there.
The depth, breadth, scope of consumerism in America circa 2016 really will be something for people to think about in 2066 and 2116.


Imaginary scholarly work from 2066, in their field of study which has a name we can't predict right now, but which resembles sociology and/or economics and/or anthropology using the labels of the second half of the 20th Century.

There was no form of material excess conceivable to the American Consumer of 2016.  As of 2016 in America, digitizing was the known landscape for pre-teen and teen consumer world -- to them it wasn't reality being digitized, reality was digital.  Young adults watched .mp3 players disappear only to resurface in the smartphone, which in the average young adult imagination of near future reality was sure to replace the wristwatch in size, shape, design, and place-of-wearing/-carrying, at least for those with young eyes.  Middle aged and older people had seen everything find a digital replacement which, despite all sales pitches contrariwise, often was no match for the original mechanical/organic version in quality, durability, reliability, or ease of use.

Likewise, pornography -- which before the Digital Era was a seedy practice with equally grimy products sold generally in places of dubious reputation -- was transformed into a freely available thing accessible to anyone with a computer, smartphone, tablet, internet connection, etc.  Every image, drawing, video, or conceptual art work the human sexual drive might promote if given free reign with absolutely no boundaries of any type, all of it could be found.  The tacky little pamphlet in your daddy's bottom drawer that Frank Zappa sang about in Dirty Love, it was no more likely found in a father's dresser drawers in 2016 than a rotary-dial telephone wired to land lines would be that same father's primary household telecommunications device.

As with the key parties of the 1970s, cultural signals in 2016 suggested that women should be having extramarital affairs because sex was half a buck of verdigris or something to that effect, rather than whatever smaller number of shades in the sexual tonal palette of the woman's pitifully inadequate and carnally incompetent husband/partner/mate/co-parent.

It has been said that a dying culture appeases only the adolescent view, and ignores the longer-term view of the seasoned, challenged, failed-yet-got-up-and-tried-again-many-times elder human.  Whether that is a cliche with no real substance is not worth arguing over, because looking back on it 25 years later, the America of 2016 resembled nothing as much as a 15 year old adolescent whose raging hormones, early notions of individual personhood, and existential confusion find him/her unable to focus on anything for more than a few moments.

Excerpt from the cloudcipherdoc3.0 titled America 2000-2025: The Paranoia and Collapse, author ID 82xYr6+qq37, origination claimed CY 2041.


Obviously, I made up the idea that 25 years from now we won't call things "books" or "treatises" or "texts" but rather, the nomenclature will have been re-imagined by those who have no organic tangible page-flipping documents in their background.  Also I fabricated the notion of something like your firewall-secure router access key being what people will take to using as their actual personal ID, rather than the reactionary, tawdry, sad, dirt-eating thing we now call, in redneck-Christian-snake-handler ignorance, "names."

--Karl Franz Ochstradt, who thinks you should be happy you have so many gadgets to use for distraction from how unfulfilling your life is -- not just sexually unsatisfying, but also in so many other ways that you most surely are embarrassed to admit.

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