The Spell Checker ( please read aloud )
I have a spelling checker,
It came with my PC.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks aye can knot sea.
Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your sure reel glad two no.
Its vary polished in it’s weigh.
My checker tolled me sew.
A checker is a bless sing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right awl stiles two reed,
And aides me when eye rime.
|Is this the future? Will you let it be?|
My Daddy emailed me this poem. To me it signifies one of the many limits of technology. Technology can never have a human level of understanding. Their are limits to what it can do.
Somehow it reminds me of the recent parley in our house. As my Dad writes a book about the whole future of books, the family continues to discuss our personal views and visions. Unfortunately my idea of how things should be is more then a bit incongruous with how my parents and older brothers feel things will be. My Dad believes ebooks are the future. Not just text on a kindle, but an interactive experience supposedly far superior to that of a print book. Something that hasn’t quite come to existence yet, something they are working toward. Imagine: your entire library on a device you can fit inside your purse and take anywhere, videos and meaningful multi-media interactions to make things fun, hard words defined with a single tap, an experience that mimics all the pros of a print books with all the benefits of something portable and fresh.
I beg differ, leading them to label me “the book sniffer”. No one can replace print books. No matter how shamncy the technology gets. They cannot fully emulate the smell, the feel, and accomplishment of turning a page. While my family’s business is riding the wave of the future, I am stubbornly holding on to what I believe is a necessary part of human culture. I search desperately for good reasons to sustain my strong opinions, and quell the whispers of dogmatism they may accuse me of.
|Apparently we aren’t the only ones talking about this : )|
A future without print books? It is not only unpleasant, it seems scary to me. Think how susceptible we all are in a world without print books. Technology is undependable- it is very easily manipulated. It may be faster, lighter, more convenient and more efficient – terms our recent information age has wrongly equated to “better”.
There is a beauty in the preciousness that a print book’s physical inconvenience grants us. There is healthy limitation. Technology however is limitlessly connected. A network of 40,000,000 digital books is far easier to manipulate or destroy or change then is 40,000,000 separate print versions on library shelves all across the world. And if that doesn’t make sense, I can always go back to my most desperate argument: What happens if we have a geomagnetic storm that wipes out all electricity in a day?
Digital books is just another of the millions of ways we have come to depend on technology. I don’t trust technology – thus I resolve to stay out of this particular new development. Not all ideas are good ones, and not all technology brings us forward. So while my parents join the march. I resolve to pick up my muskets and take action.
Long live the Print Book!
|Aaaah. Much better.|
( the debate continues in the Olson house…)