Deanimation
Reading the Tesla cultists again. There's a common theme among all tech-monsters, which shows up constantly in this situation.

The car's automatic shit FAILS ALL THE TIME but the cultists NEVER TURN IT OFF, even when it's possible. One idiot is complaining because the AUTOMATIC DOORS on his roadster are always closing on the heads of his wife and kid. WHY DON'T YOU JUST LET THE WIFE CLOSE THE DOOR AS PEOPLE HAVE BEEN DOING FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS? Unthinkable.

Microsoft Malware aka Windows 10 formalizes and mandatorizes this attitude. In previous versions the automatic bug-injections aka "updates" could be turned off. In Microsoft Malware you can't turn ANYTHING off. All the bugs are MANDATORY, so you have ZERO CHANCE of getting any actual work done.

This pattern follows from the USA "education" system, which has always forced people to lose contact with their senses and muscles. The higher you go, the less reality. All of life must be PURE ABSTRACTION, PURE NUMBERS, PURE THEORY. We must let the machines do ALL physical action and experience ALL physical inputs. We must DISCONNECT OURSELVES from all feedback loops. We must LOSE everything that makes us ALIVE. We must be INANIMATE OBJECTS.

It's no coincidence that the "world's greatest scientist" was essentially a disembodied cortex.

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Enough of this shit.

Time for a reprint of my grandpa's deathbed legacy.

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This line of thought originated from a specific conversation with Grandpa in 1962. Grandpa was dying early from alcohol and tobacco, and the family went to visit him one last time. As we hung around Grandpa's house, or visited nearby parks, Grandpa kept saying true things, and parents kept trying to Rectify him, nervously painting over the facts with conventional leftist crap. I wasn't sure what to think. Grandpa's observations matched what I saw with my own eyes, but didn't match what I'd always heard from parents and TV and books.

I think Grandpa got tired of being painted out. At one point he decided to go for beer and cigarettes (yeah, those were killing him, but it was too late to stop) and took me along. No parents, just me. I don't remember most of the conversation but I remember one emphasized item that seemed to summarize his intentions.

We were talking about his old '52 Ford Mainline. I must have been asking why anyone would want a plain car with no power steering, no radio, no automatic, none of the 'exciting' stuff that 'everyone wanted' in 1962.

Grandpa pointed to the manual choke. He told me that Ford was the only car that still offered a manual choke. He said it was important to have a simple car that you could understand and fix by yourself, and it was important to have direct control over the car.

Extend car to life, and there's the message.

Same as Carver's message.

Look about you. Take hold of the things that are here. Talk to them. Let them talk to you.

Dying old engineer trying to pass the key to young potential engineer. He succeeded. I've done a shitty job of following his advice, but I've always remembered and tried.

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Labels: Deadthink, defensible spaces, Experiential education, From rights to duties

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