This
changed last winter. Two things happened. One, we had two huge snowstorms.
Unlike New England, all of the Pacific Northwest shuts down for days on end
when there is snow and ice. It’s rare. We don’t have snowplows. It’s cheaper
just to close up shop and stay home. Stuck in the house, I turned to technology for entertainment.
The other thing that changed was our technology. We acquired a mobile
electronic device that allowed us access to the internet in seconds while sitting on the couch and
produced a cheerful little chirp when someone contacted you. I was hooked. I
spent hours looking at people’s photos of snow—people who lived a mile away, so
it was, really, the same snow. We compared depths. We considered whether or not
there would be school the next day. We liked each other’s snow. After two days,
the cheery little chirp created a pavlovian response. I HAD to check Facebook,
or email, to see what was happening. And what was happening was more photos of
snow.
When
the snow melted and school was open once again, I had a newfound appreciation
for my students' obsession with their phones. I understood, for the first time,
why they could not just ignore that vibration during class. Something had
changed in their mental wiring; I swear the cheery chirp stimulated the
pleasure center of our brains. I also realized that I used my work email as a Prime
Stalling Technique, checking for something interesting rather than engaging in
grading papers. Even the chirp at work perked me up, although I knew it was
often just the daily announcements. I
had to turn off the computer at the end of the day in order to work my way
through the stack of papers on my desk. Something was not right here.
So,
last spring, I began the Technology Shabbat in earnest. Every Friday afternoon,
when I come home, I check email, Facebook, my blog, and NOAA weather. By
sundown, I turn off the device and place it on my desk in the cozy room, out of
sight, out of mind. And it stays off,
often until Sunday afternoon. I quickly
came to like the peace of mind turning it off brought to me. And then I
realized that—no offence to anyone—was not missing anything huge. Photos of
cute puppies and good dinners, organizing emails, library reminders could all
wait until the next day for my attention.
A day off is a good thing.
So,
if you want to contact us on Saturday, you’ll need to use old fashioned
technology to do so. We still have our landline. Give us a call. If no one
answers, come on over. We’re probably reading in the back yard.
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