Gadgets

I am not one for gadgets and people are slightly perplexed why I dislike them so much. This is my problem with gadgets.

I work in tech suppbroken-robotort. I fix broken stuff all day.  I don’t have much time to actually use and enjoy gadgets. After 7 or 8 hours of continuous broken, I am exhausted. I don’t want to do have anything to do with gadgets and technology.

I have a history of picking the only broken item at the store. I bring it home and spend hours trying to get it to work only to spend even more time returning it because it is defective.

Gadgets are a want, not a need. I am not that important, so I don’t need a smartphone to call, email and text 24/7. Paper books are free at the library so I don’t need an e-reader. I find video games a complete waste of time (some people love video games and I am glad they make you happy).  I have a map of the area so I don’t need a GPS.  All these gadgets need to be configured, maintained, placed on plans and of course, constantly upgraded. I can afford all of these things, but I choose not to over complicate my life with them. Plus I truly despise gadgets when they breakdown and people unravel into a giant puddle of helplessness.

I dislike the social disconnect created by gadgets. People get that zoned out glazed expression when texting and step into traffic. Often, I try to have a face to face conversation with someone and they keep peering down at their phones in anticipation of a very important text or possible a call from, no doubt, the Queen of England. While it is true, I am quite boring, I am sure the Queen is not posting to your Facebook page and I am sitting right in front of you trying to have a mildly intelligent conversation.

The constant manufactured need to upgrade is an anxiety that I can live without. There never seems to be the correct size of television. A 32” leads to a 42” which leads to a 52” and OMG what kind of loser has a 52” TV without the latest ear bleeding surround sound system blah blah blah and  It just never ends.

I guess what drives me crazy about gadgets is the never-ending peer pressure and perhaps, compulsion, to accumulate the latest and greatest. That pressure and desire never ends. It’s  like a donkey chasing the carrot on a stick. I like to think while many may consider me an ass, I am at least a little bit smarter than one.

It Ain’t Broken

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Upgrading is for suckers.
It’s brainwashing.
You are smarter than the marketers.
If it still works, use it.
Put money in the bank.
Really it’s simple.
Replace don’t upgrade.
That is all.

Opposites

A strange co-incidence. I just happen to read two very different books one after another.

#654 A- In A Class of Their Own by Millie Gray  ( 17 April, 2013)

leithThis book tells the story of the Campbell family from 1936-1952 in Leith, Scotland. The Campbells are poor.Real poor, not “well I can just put in on my Visa and pay it next month 2013 poor.” Rachel Campbell works a low wage job to support  five children with no help from a deadbeat husband. Her older teenage children must find side hustles to bring in money that literally helps pay the rent. They work hard yet struggle endlessly to pay the rent and feed themselves. There is seldom money for any extras. The book does an excellent job of depicting the frustration of grinding poverty. The book is a collection of stories about how the Campbells survived in a time when there was little government assistance, minimum wage or access to easy credit. Possessions were limited and often pawned when there was a financial crisis in the household.

There is a bittersweet chapter that has the family facing eviction over the Easter weekend. Rachel has gone off to her night job and the three teenagers in the household try and figure out how to come up with the £5 needed to pay the landlord. Usually they collect jars and bottles from neighbors to redeem the deposit but that would only bring in a few pennies. There was nothing of value to pawn. Then their maternal grandfather Gabriel shows up. Gabby had been a handsome, articulate well liked member of the community until he became a drunk. Gabby shows up drunk at the house during a downpour with offers of candy and the children reluctantly let him in. He then tell his grandchildren that he won £35 on a wager but makes no offer to give them any money even though he knows their financial situation. The children know what they have to do. They have to roll granddad. As sad as this chapter is, it also has a twisted humour as the children wait for Gabby to pass out and relieve him of £5.

The part of the book that stands out the most for me is how the very dramatic child Carrie yearns to have a whole Mars bar. She has never had one all to herself. Carrie while a bit of a drama queen, shows the reader the frustration of living every day in a never ending state of poverty. All the characters walk miles and miles (in rain and snow) because they cannot afford to take a bus anywhere. The Campbells spend an enormous amount of time shivering in a dark cold house because there is no  money for gas or coal. Sam hates having to constantly replace the cardboard in his shoes because there is no money to have them resoled and he only has one pair.

The Campbells have done nothing wrong. They work hard, they don’t run afoul of the law, the children do well in school, they are just victims of a time when there were few opportunities for working class individuals. Rachel is often depressed and angry and lashes out at her children. Later on as the older children become young adults and start earning a full time living, eldest son Sam remarks how their poverty robbed him of his childhood.  All the Campbells could be angry and bitter over their lot in life but their shared experience brings the family together rather than tear them apart.

#655 B - Life at Home in the Twenty-first Century: 32 Families Open Their Doors  (22 April, 2013)

LAThis book uses an archeologist’s approach to cataloging 32 middle class Los Angeles families and their household possessions. The people featured in this book  seem demoralized by their lifestyles.All families featured in the book are two income earners and the average salary of the families featured in the book is 100-150K. All of these families surround themselves in stuff and over indulge their children out of guilt for working long hours. I found this book it be more of a warning about rather than a depiction of, middle class America.

Not one single household was able to park a car in the garage because the garage was used to store household items.The majority of these household items were piled so deep that you could not locate most items without having to empty out the garage. Most families spent considerable sums of money on outdoor furniture, toys such as swing sets, trampolines and pools/hot tubs but none of the adults used the backyards and the children spent on average less than 15 minutes a day in the yard.

I was not surprised by the appearance of numerous toys in the photographs. Hundreds of toys spill out from bedrooms into hallways and into other living spaces. All children had access to gaming devices, personal computers and a never ending collection of toys, games and even some books.  It it abundantly clear that the parents cater to many, if not all of their children’s requests/demands.

Interestingly, every family took great pains to hang photographs of family members including older pictures of ancestors as a means to create some sense of family connection. Sadly, this seems to be the only way the families were able to connect as the very little leisure time available each day was spent either in a bedroom playing video games or passively watching TV.

You can’t blame the adults for this lifestyle. Los Angeles and the surrounding suburbs is an expensive place to live and the demands of financing a middle class lifestyle requires long hours of work and commuting. Based on the quotes in the book, the adults know their focus on consumerism is setting a bad example for their children. There seems to be a constant state of anxiety over debt, clutter and wasted money but they all seem trapped by their lifestyle with no way to escape.

These people seem to be frustrated by grinding affluence.

Dear North Korea

After minutes of research, which mostly involved me making fun of Kim Jong Un’s extremely bad hair (I guess this runs in the family) I have composed a letter to North Korea.

Dear North Korea,

You can’t have it both ways. You want to destroy the US but you love the NBA. What are you going to do, destroy the US but save all the basketball players?

An army marches on its stomach. You have no food. Well you do Kim Jong Un, I can’t help but notice you’ve put on more than a few pounds since you took over, but I can’t see you sharing your fries with the army.

PPS – I also not 100% sure China is really your friend. Yeah sure they are fellow communists but frankly China are not so good with the communism thing these days. They are excellent at exporting to the west, ships packed full of i-phones, TVs, and, of course, fake plastic vomit. Why would China mess up a good thing? They are only probably nice to you the same way a guy is nice to the hot cheerleader’s creepy little brother because he thinks he might score with her down the road. Kim Jong Un, you are the creepy little brother.

I am done. For now.

Stuff

Some of you may think I have a hate on for stuff and to some degree you are right. I recently went to Australia on a vacation and traveling from Ottawa to Melbourne and back is a fairly simple complicated 33,000km journey involving checking, re-checking, re-re-checking luggage, endless queues, security checks and answering questions from various country’s border services after being awake for 30+ hours. The only reason I did not lose my passport, wallet, boarding passes, luggage slips and customs paperwork was because of dumb luck.

I recently did a purge of unnecessary items and it felt great. I am a bit of a minimalist *, but lately  I started collecting stuff and instead of bringing joy to me, the stuff began to feel like clutter so I pared down.

Compared to many people (The Minimalists, Colin Wright and Adam Baker) I am a rank amateur in the world of minimalism but I believe I have accomplished a comfortable balance of stuff that is interesting yet brings a the sense of calm to my home.

That being said, I am not a ruthless bitch when it comes to stuff. Really. To prove this point, here are some items I have kept over the years for sentimental reasons.

Ping pong paddle I used in grade 12 gym class. A high school friend and I were UNDEFEATED in doubles ping ping. We destroyed our opponents with ruthlessness of a lion pouncing on the wounded gazelle. Granted, it was not because we were ping pong prodigies but because everyone else sucked at ping pong.  But still, UNDEFEATED.

A cordless drill with a dead battery. The battery is built in and has run dry and cannot be replaced with another battery. My brother gave me this drill for my birthday 12 years ago and it was one of the best birthday gifts I ever got. I used it on a ton of projects around the house. It lives a happy retired life in my mini workshop. One day I will turn it into a book end.

My childhood softball glove. I got this softball glove in 1975 when my mother finally (sort of) gave up on making me a proper lady and allowed me to play softball in a neighborhood league. The glove does not really fit anymore but I keep it because the glove represents many life lessons. I played softball in this league for six years and only played on two winning teams. Lots of life lessons like:

  • Kids sign up for softball without first learning how to catch a ball.
  • It’s a LOT of fun to make a diving catch.
  • Sometimes your team will completely and utterly choke and give up 7 runs in the first inning and lose the championship game. I cried for an hour after the game.

A scrub brush my sister-in-law gave me. I have a scrub brush so in theory I do not need a second one, but this one is so adorable I cannot possibly use it to scrub pots and pans. It sits on a shelf for no reason except it’s fun to look at.

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While I can afford to move to a bigger place and fill it with stylish furniture, I chose to live in a small space with less stuff because it’s cheaper and, for me, less stressful. Not accumulating stuff, is one of the reasons I was able to afford to go to Australia. Not adding to the clutter is one of the reasons I’ll be able to afford to GO BACK to Australia.
*My friends and family members who helped me move 4 years ago might disagree as the move went on and on and on.

Purge

Today I did a purge of unnecessary items in my apartment. I live in a small space by choice and not necessity. I earn enough money to upgrade to a two bedroom apartment or buy a modest condo, but I choose to rent.

I am usually pretty ruthless about clutter because to me it’s visual noise. It makes me anxious. I grew up listening to stories about my family’s life during The Depression and I think that is why clutter was a constant growing up.  The lessons about The Depression were lost on me for a very long time because the recurring theme was never throw anything out.  Now as an adult living in a global economy, I’ve had the opportunity to  re-evaluate those lessons, and I now know the value of understanding that anyone can be a victim of an economic meltdown. It’s not about hanging onto things, but making sure that those things, in good and bad times, don’t create an unsustainable lifestyle.

Today I went through stuff and ditched and donated stuff that I was holding onto for no reason. I still have a lot of things that I keep that are silly sentimental items like a ping pong paddle I used in high school gym class, a puppet I got when I was 5 and a (now broken from overuse) cordless drill my brother gave me for my birthday years ago.

But there was one household item I was holding onto that was neither sentimental or necessary.

bankbooksTwelve bank books.

With online banking there is little reason to use bank books, let alone keep 12 full bank books. I hung on to them for years for only one reason. They were an archive of the time in my life when I went from  debt  to  no debt.

There is a story behind this but it’s a story so painful that I can barely talk to myself about it let alone post it for my seven fans. I think the presence of the bankbooks reminded me more of the dark times rather than the times when I got my shit together and erased my debt.

So tomorrow into the Shred It bin they go.

Malaise

ImageI have been experiencing a horrible case of malaise since returning from Australia.  I’ve never truly been anywhere really warm  hot in February so naturally one would think it’s because I had a slice of summer and then returned to frosty Canada  and THAT would be the cause of my gloomy mood.

It’s more than that.

I realized when I was away, I had a technology fast. I did have Facebook and email and my digital camera, but I was not immersed in technology all day. Technology accounted for about an hour a day.

The problem with so much technology is that it can take over your life. Technology is starting to take over my life.

My technology use is different  than the average user. I actually don’t use much technology, but instead I fix broken technology. Much of my day is dealing with:

a) broken technology
b) broken people trying to use technology
c) broken technology + broken people using technology.

It’s a recipe for exhaustion. Mentally and spiritually. One of the problems with technology is the human factor. Humans who use technology  become people  who exhibit  human characteristics like anger, frustration, impatience and self sabotage when trying to get help. Broken + broken = more broken.

I fear my sanity is on its way towards my own private broken.

While technology is supposed to bring people together, it’s driving me more and more into seclusion. I am turning into an angry, short-tempered, intolerant person who spends their leisure time surfing (yeah I know, irony) a website called Cabin Porn.

It’s time to change. But how to do it is not something one can Google to find the answer. What I need is time to reflect and patience to find the answer, something that technology cannot provide. I have to figure it out on my own.