The Curse of Digital Efficiency

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Now fades the glimm’ring landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;
Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow’r
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such, as wand’ring near her secret bow’r,
Molest her ancient solitary reign.
– “Elegy in a Country Churchyard,” Thomas Gray

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Victims of Technology

We are still wrestling with the complexities of new technology – or rather its effects on the economy and on ourselves.

Many readers have written to tell us what a fool we are. (Our email address is[email protected]. You can write in anytime.)

They are probably right…

We could turn off our iPhone. (But what would we miss?)

We could spend a few minutes trying to understand how our car radio works, rather than just turn it down. (But who’s got a few minutes?)

And we could just use old technology, rather than the new, electronic variety, on our plumbing. Then we could go into the basement anytime we wanted, turn some valves, clang some pipes – and voilà – running water!

Yes, we are exaggerating our ordeal. We are victims of modern technology, just like everybody else. But we are not helpless.

We benefit from technology just like everyone else, too.

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Zipping and Zooming

We drove up here to Dutchess County, New York, from New Jersey’s Newark Airport.

The speed limit was 65 mph. But everyone was going 80 mph. And so did we… zipping along in a little rental car aided by all manner of hidden electronic devices.

We did so after flying eight hours in a giant aluminum bird – an amazing contraption with electronics up the wazoo.

And the clock! Hasn’t it made it possible to accurately determine the position of a ship at sea? Hasn’t it made it possible for trains to run on time? And airplanes to land on time?

Before the mechanical clock, there was no time to be on. Just day and night… morning and evening… midday and midnight. The cool mist of dawn… the quiet memories of dusk.

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And in our rush to get from one place to another in the fastest time possible – with the digital clock furnishing its minutes like oxygen to a deep-sea diver – how much time passed without notice?

Without a single moment in which anything of consequence happened?

How much poetry is lost to digital efficiency?

Imagine the herd lowing at 5:43 p.m. and winding its way over the lea at 6:14 p.m. Put the plowman in a new Ford F-150; instead of plodding, he can tear down the highway at 80 mph.

Nuisances of the Modern Age

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What a beauty. Technology from 65 years ago. But what struck us was how little has changed.

A man driving a Studebaker pickup in 1950 was in a new world compared with the man coming into town a half-century earlier. In 1900, he would have had a horse, not an internal combustion engine.

But this antique Studebaker was not so different from a Ford F-150. Two headlights. Grill for the radiator. Brakes. Accelerator. Six cylinders, water-cooled.

It neither had air-conditioning nor automatic transmission. But by mid-century, most of the practical engineering problems of modern automotive technology had been worked out.

So, a man coming into town today, driving a truck right off the dealer’s lot, would recognize its key features and be able to operate the old truck without problem. (Assuming he’d learned how to drive a manual transmission.)

So much has changed, but nothing has changed. We have a lot more technology. Much of it is a nuisance.

Conclusion of Gray’s “Elegy in a Country Churchyard” (written without laptop):

And thou, who mindful of the unhonour’d Dead
Dost in these Notes thy artless Tale relate
By Night & lonely contemplation led
To linger in the gloomy Walks of Fate
Hark how the sacred Calm, that broods around
Bids ev’ry fierce tumultous Passion ease
In still small Accents whisp’ring from the Ground
A grateful Earnest of eternal Peace
No more with Reason & thyself at strife;
Give anxious Cares & endless Wishes room
But thro’ the cool sequester’d Vale of Life
Pursue the silent Tenour of thy Doom.

Reprinted with permission from Bonner & Partners.