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on Tech, Samsung Tab, and The Matrix

Now I wrote some time ago about the problem with Ipad, with my main problem with it being the absence of a slot for storage cards. Well, Samsung has addressed that problem with Galaxy Tab that enables one to use a SD card with it. That’s good. But its Samsung. That’s bad. Well, maybe it is. Did you know that Samsung phones come with a secret feature called ‘auto-shut down’? You’ll have to hang on to your Samsung phone for a couple of years in order to experience it. One day, you wake up, try to make a call, and it just shuts down. Well, at least that’s what i’ve experienced personally. So I don’t think i’ll give Samsung a shot. Unless they pay me to that is.

But that’s the problem with progress within a system where profit for the few at the expense of the rest of humanity is paramount. Who’s going to push technological innovation to the point that a product can last a lifetime? Especially where a mindless consumer herd wants to keep up with the latest trends so that they can feel good about themselves - as they don’t know how to feel good in more meaningful ways, or have the more deeper aspects of their personas lobotomised by being reared within such a milieu. Strange. The more such people think they are ‘somebodies’ because they can afford to have the latest phone, the latest outfits, the latest american slangs, the latest and limited edition of some burger, or sleep overnight outside of some store awaiting the local release of some ipad, the more they are ‘nobodies’ as their appreciation of self is dependent on the mere possession of something external to themselves.

If we create a society where people’s imaginative faculties aren’t monopolised by billboards and celebs, and where everyone is able to maximally develop her intelligence, than I don’t see why the people’s ever-developing intelligence cannot serve as the fuel for their change as opposed to their money funding the Corporational effort to manipulate it
It’s no wonder that Samsung, amongst others, have a built-in auto-shut down feature that requires one to ‘upgrade’ constantly if they are ‘backward’ enough to keep it past its upgrade-by date. We have Microsoft churning out one rubbish OS after another; we have mobile phones that will very probably be outlived by a sea monkey; et cetera, et cetera. Well, i can almost hear them say, ‘if things lasted so long, we wouldn’t be motivated to innovate them!” That’s nonsense given that we always have the option to recycle our products, and move on to those with features that fit our needs. And if we create a society where people’s imaginative faculties aren’t monopolised by billboards and celebs, and where everyone is able to maximally develop her intelligence, than I don’t see why the people’s ever-developing intelligence cannot serve as the fuel for their change as opposed to their money funding the Corporational effort to manipulate it.

And at least then we would have a choice. Right now, when you buy a mobile, or computer, or just about anything, what isn’t stated is that you do not own it. You have rented it for the period of time that it is allowed to last by their manufacturers, promoters and fashion gurus from Oprah to Vogue. You own your product as long as they allow you to. Whether it be the latest fashion, mobile phone, slang words, television set, refrigerator, car, et cetera, their victory lies in either ensuring it conks out before your sea monkey, or you throw it out because, ‘its soooo last year’. In an ed-ocracy, the latter would be stripped off their right to vote till they grow up. That always irks me as would the scratch of a mirror to some, or the sight of blood to others. ‘Stupid bastard. They must have cut off the umbilical cord too soon and deprived his brains of its requisite oxygen and blood supply’, is what i tend to think about whoever says that. But I don’t say it out loud given the need to ‘get along’ with everyone even if they have the intelligence of a Neopet a month after one stops feeding it, or a day after the battery runs out.

To live to the fullest, one had to figure out why one lived the way one did, explore various types of experiences through every means available, always wonder after your preferences, and, in a nutshell, foreswear allegiance to anything but the belief that I will never know better till I know all.
When the movie, The Matrix, came out, some thought that it indicated the degree to which people are becoming increasingly aware. For myself, I thought that it was nothing more than the depth of the understanding of reality as evidenced by the great thinkers of past ages being reduced to mere entertainment - and thus cast as discountable. I viewed it as a ‘mother goose’ version of the ideas of great thinkers whilst it was appreciated by the masses as the product of a period where great thought abound. It is such an abstract appreciation of our reality that people are generally not going to engage in that amount of critical introspection it takes to figure out its detailed manifestation in our own lives. That’s the thing. If you want to stop a people from thinking, all you have to do is to give them such an abstract understanding of a great idea that they are just going to say, ‘ah f**k it’, and go back to the way they understood things. If you go into detail, some might listen. If you don’t talk about it all, some might think about it. But if you present it on a global scale on a silver screen and make it abstract, the people are going to take it as entertainment and shove it aside in their DVD cabinets thereafter. And they’re never going to think that the cinema is itself a structural part of The Matrix.

In my early 20s, i sat in front of the telly, and told myself that i would have to account for my every eye movement as it flittered across various parts of the screen; that i would have to account for every finger movement; every penchant for this or that dish; every whim and fancy, every identity that i was to take as ‘mine’. It was tiring at the time. But thereafter, it enabled me to have greater control over the subconscious backdoor to my conscious mind. It was, in a way Cartesian, in approach - though I hadn’t heard of the bloke at the time. But i realised that to live to the fullest, one had to figure out why one lived the way one did, explore various types of experiences through every means available, always wonder after your preferences, and, in a nutshell, foreswear allegiance to anything but the belief that I will never know better till I know all.

But I suppose that is what led me to wonder past the norm, and swear at the Ipad as well as most of the cherished traditions and penchants of our ‘modern’ times. If more thought along these lines, I suppose we might already have the 100th generation of the i-whatevers, be enjoying afternoon tea in a biosphere on the moon, and, of course, not have to put up with auto-shut down features, blue screens of death, Bush or the Lib-dem government, and Saddam might just have very well have been the last winner of prize tomatoes.


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