There are signs of getting old that my Dad never told me about. Not that it was his role to do so because he was struggling with these signs himself and didn't understand them any better than I am at this point. For those that read this blog I present the signs as set forth my Roger Cohen of the NY Times. This is a truncated version ( my apologies to Mr. Cohen) but captures the mood. Enjoy
Before "I'll call you back," when people made dates, before algorithms, when there was aimlessness, before attitude, when there was apathy, before YouTube, when there was you and me, before Gore-Tex, in the damp, before sweat-resistant fabric, when sweat was sexy, before high-tech sneakers, as we walked the walk, before remotes, in the era of distance, I'm sure we managed just the same.
Before "carbon neutral," when carbon copied, before synching, when we lived unprompted, before multiplatform, when pen met paper, before profiling, when there was privacy, before cloud computing, when life was earthy, before a billion bits of distraction, when there were lulls, before "silent cars," when there was silence, before virtual community, in a world with borders, before cut-and-paste, to the tap of the Selectra, before the megabyte, in disorder, before information overload, when streets were for wandering, before "sustainable," in the heretofore, before CCTV, in invisibility, before networks, in the galaxy of strangeness, my impression, unless I'm wrong, is that we got by quite O.K.
Before I forget, while there is time, for the years pass and we don't get younger, before the wiring accelerates, while I can pause, let me summon it back, that fragment from somewhere, that phrase that goes: "The bourgeoisie cannot exist without constantly revolutionizing the instruments of production ... and with them the whole relations of society."
Yes, that was Marx, when he was right, before he went wrong, when he observed, before he imagined, with terrible consequences for the 20th century.
And if back in that century - back when exactly? - in the time before the tremendous technological leap, in the time of mists and drabness and dreams, if back then, without passwords, we managed just the same, even in black and white, and certainly not in hi-def, or even 3-D, how strange to think we had to change everything or we would not be managing at all.
