We are like Pavlov’s dogs here at the cottage. We can hear every device that makes a
digital sound from any corner of our abode. At any given time of the day, night, or very, very, early morning we are programmed. Whenever we hear one of these annoying cries for attention, we twitch this way and that as if looking for our reward.
One such disturbance interrupted dinner the other night.
Steve’s first thought: “Is it my turn on Words with Friends?”
Mine: “What the hell was that? It sounded like a drowning bumblebee.”
All I know for sure is that we both popped up and started searching around for the offender. We managed to salvage a normal dinner, but it left me feeling uneasy. Then my neurotic thought process began: Are we becoming programed to respond to each and every sound with each and every new device invented? It’s as if these machines are our offspring and it is our job to care for them each waking moment. Is this what empty-nester syndrome looks like?
How about someone inventing a device that mutes all devices within a given range when it is necessary. No longer would we be interrupted at the theater, or a school recital, or dinner, when someone’s annoying phone/Ipad/toaster goes off at the wrong moment. And no one would have to ask us to shut off our various devices.
Or how about inventing a useful Pavlovian alert system for those (very few) times when I stray from my writing. Beep, you are eating a cookie. Beep, stop looking out the window. Beep, you don’t need a third cup of green tea, Beep, he really isn’t that good looking…
Well, it could be useful 3/4’s of the time.
What’s beeping in your life?