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One pifflingly small
piece of drama from the tail end of last year was a minor battle with the ten
year-old over data allowance and limits and how everything that he sees on the
interweb - mainly other people playing Minecraft on YouTube - eats away at the
amount of ones and zeros that we can suck from the ether each month.
There were a couple of
conceptual problems for him in there.
You can tell because his eyes flick elsewhere and he tries to change the
subject; no, hold on, that happens hourly. Firstly, that data is being downloaded even when he isn’t
saving it to his hard-drive. I
think he’s clear on that one now.
Secondly, that he
should favour pages with text and not so much video if he wants to spend longer
on his laptop. This has generally
led to the Xbox being interactive screen of choice with the laptop left
untouched and unloved.
My initial middle-aged
reactionary reaction was to put it down to the youth of toady, appalling
attention spans, inability to concentrate or think or even read, and all this
despite exemplary parenting. But
maybe he’s right.
It’s hard to spot the
flow of history when you’re moving at tectonic pace, possibly even slower, but
humanity is just a work in progress.
Perhaps words, text, what I’m producing right now, are a blind alley?
Think about it. In the beginning was - no, not the Word
- cave paintings. There was no
written language. There were
images. And what came first? The written account of the hunt, or the
hunters acting it out?
Sure, written language
has major advantages. Those
hunters won’t be around forever to act out the killing of the biggest, hairiest
mastodon they’d ever seen. But it
seems to me that the human race and my ten year-old have a predilection towards
the visual. And that's directing the flow of history.
Some examples. Newspapers have become
websites where, increasingly, the items are videos not text. Another, unrepresentative, youth
culture example. About ten years
ago I bought a copy of the New Musical Express because it had a free 7” single
on it (which I have since regularly tried on eBay without success). In my day you had to turn the page to
finish an article; in the 21st century that's no longer true even though the pages are smaller, and it’s now mainly pictures. Extrapolating back, children of the 60s
were probably faced with something like The Lancet or Nature when they picked
up the NME. Some would say it
shows in the quality of what they produced.
Even warnings on packages
have moved from ‘Do Not Swallow’ to pictures of people, hands held out signally 'stop',
screaming.
So, will words become
redundant? Are they, like the
steam engine or the hat or good manners, a meander in humanity’s progress? I don’t think so, not completely. But I do think generations to come will
look back at us with our shelves of books and magazines as we do on the
Georgians in their periwigs and think, 'why?'.
But, I don’t even
think information conveyed by streamed video, even straight into your eyeballs as will surely happen soon,
will be the end. Either technology
or evolution will inevitably deliver: thought transference.
And then, perhaps in the
23rd or 24th century, all forms of communication outside the skull - words
on a page, moving images on a screen, or 3d football matches projected onto
your coffee table - will seem quaint.
Perhaps there's not such a pressing need for me to progress with those bookshelves...
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