Like going back in time. Cast iron pans and wool blankets. A wet dog shaking off on the deck. A record player running off the 12 volt. A glass of red, fire blazing. No internet. Time stretching. Hustle traded for intention, frantic life for a meaningful one.
Gosh that sounds good. I'm trying to do some of that in my big house. I look around at folks who are shackled to their technology, and can easily to see that, the more shackled to tech a person is, the more unhappy they are. They've all got gas fired fireplaces, Alexa and its ilk playing their music, a few more than one glass of wine, and non-stick pans in their unused kitchens. Yet, they feel they have no time. Where's the catch for them? Most of them go to doctors' appointments multiple times a week, that much is true. Their lives are making them sick.
I don't understand Alexa and smart houses. Like wtf you can't turn on a light yourself???
Some of us seem to almost worship technology. The,devices feel like a gain, but all they do is get you hyped up on a multitude of frequencies, and give you more time to comply with ever-increasing regulations. We are being revved up like rats in an experiment, every which way we turn. Another case of the devil wearing and angel's clothes.
Everything is an opportunity to make people money. We KNOW AI is leading us down a dangerous path, for example, but we still fund it, use itx develop it, sell it. There's very little to no ethical concerns where there's money to be made. All we need to do is convince people their lives will be better for it, when we know from many, many examples that it's not the case.