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Show \N ANALYSIS OF ANY NUMBER OF SURVEY-TYPE DIDDYWAHDIDDYWAHDIDDY WAHWAHWAHDIDDY A rock concert is continuous stimulus. Rage is continuous stimulus. Political rallies are continuous high stimulation areas. Drugs are high continuous stimulation. An Eight-to-Five job is............ What are we trying to regularize? Are we trying to compete with machines? Right! Sleek silhouettes of modern dress, television sunglass lenses, neon colors, plastic jewelry all betoken our recognition of the kinship between man and machine, yet we still go on blindly serving it. Building mechanical boxes to live and work in, contriving mechanisms to compete with-now that we've subdued the environment, we're creating adversaries. This masochistic survival drive may eventually get us back to primal vigor, but there are simpler ways of accomplishing the same thing. Like using technology without it using us (do you really need an electric can opener, Maude?), or consciously regulating our genetic pool. What are we running from? Sitting alone with our thoughts while a robot does what we need to do! CORRESPONDENCE COURSE ON ANGEL WRESTLING AND RELATED SUBJECTS. So what are you going to do about ecology? Where does the root of the whole problem lie? With a few greedy capitalists raping the land? With misers digging all the resources? Man, it's right there on you as you sit in front of the television getting your chromosomes deformed! You, with a pop-top can in hand; you, with a dishwasher, electric toothbrush; you with an automobile, oil furnace and colored toilet tissue. You are a pig, a person who gobbles up an unfair share of what there is. But there's a price. Heart disease, early senility, poor eyesight, bad health, deafness, excess weight and weakness. Taxes, computerized bills, finance companies, time-payments, mortgages, new models, status games, In, Out and Now. You're expected to be a pig now, Pig-society can't run without your gaping maw to shovel garbage down, the boys on top can't stay there without keeping you fat and happy for voting. Stuff it in, pig, stuff it in. Right up to the time your credit buys a shiny, new coffin. SURE DO LOVE THAT SLIP-STICK SODOMY Does the man-machine relationship have Frankensteinian overtones? Did we create the beast that enslaves us? Not quite. Tfue, a whole generation of Americans have kowtowed to technocracy, but a resurgence is in the making. A redefinition of applied science, brought about largely by the ecology scare stories, is currently in the works. True, we cannot exist without our machines, but we can, at least, have a say in how we use them. Equally true is the possibility we may all be killed by the previous generation's lack of foresight, but we have discovered the folly in time to keep ourselves from adding to the err. The wedding of man and machine offers new horizons of cultural attainment, knowledge and art, but so far we have been so dazed by the explosion of automation that we have taken the products of that explosion to be antagonists-we think of machines as existing by themselves when they cannot-because they produced problems which technology told us their perfection would not have. A tool can only serve its maker. |
