I have just bought a garden shredder from Screwfix. I
will now be inundated with adverts for them on Facebook, Amazon, ebay etc, and
get emails from shredder manufacturers of their full range of shredders for all
my requirements. Sophisticated algorithms and lucrative backdoor information
sharing doesn’t really amount to much when I’ve either bought one or decided
not to. It’d be far better to insert a five-year time delay for when this one’s
worn out and I need a new one. And every click on Youtube elicits a sidebar of
variations of what I’ve just chosen. Remember ‘Pop will Eat Itself’ from the
eighties, a rare future glimpse of our present where everything is a re-hash of
everything smeared into oblivion by electronic machines, where a pop career is fifteen
minutes of fame? Eating one’s own excrement may seem like a jolly good
perpetual motion idea but it’s hardly a healthy life style. It may be getting
faster and busier but only, like a diet of salt and vinegar crisps, because it
has minimal sustenance. My guess is when we get to iPhone17 with 3D graphics,
everything you might ever want to know and its own friendly personality we’ll
have forgotten what its primary use is. Music will be self-generated by trend
analysis and we’ll all be buying garden shredders weekly. Don’t laugh, I’ve
already bought three cordless electric drills. So there you have it, we’re all
going to get more of the same, because it appears that’s what we want.
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