There is something worse than dying, and that is humiliation - at least so it seemed to me.
People hunger for more attention. Full attention will be the aphrodisiac of the future.
Untethered technology gives us the freedom to do nearly anything, anytime, anywhere. It can also enslave us - we feel compelled to use it where ever it is. Technology is neutral. How, when and where we use it is up to us.
Attention is the most powerful tool of the human spirit. We can enhance or augment our attention with practices like meditation and exercise, diffuse it with technologies like email and Blackberries, or alter it with pharmaceuticals. In the end, though, we are fully responsible for how we choose to use this extraordinary tool.
We're so accessible, we're inaccessible. We can't find the off switch on our devices or on ourselves. . . . We want to wear an iPod as much to listen to our playlists as to block out the rest of the world and protect ourselves from all that noise. We are everywhere - except where we actually are physically.
It's no accident that new ideas pop into our heads when we least expect it. In our enthusiasm to be productive, we forget to give our mindbody moments to be "receptive" - that is, open to daydreaming, open to letting our minds wander.
When we multi-task, we are motivated by a desire to be more productive and more efficient. We're often doing things that are automatic, that require very little cognitive processing. . . Continuous partial attention describes how many of us use our attention today. . . to pay partial attention - continuously. It is different from multi-tasking.
The 'person' is not an interchangeable part. The 'citizen' is. . . . The person is harking back to a pre-print model. It's what the hippies were.
Willing to die you give up your will; keep still, until moved by what moves all else, you move.
In the Old Language, she hissed, “If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find you where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown. ” That last word was drawn out, until its syllable was lost in more growling. Dead silence. Until Doc Jane said dryly, “Annnnd this is why they say the female of the species is more dangerous than the male.
But even if you thought they were adequate at the time, when you're collecting data in bulk-you've got it. The data lasts until you delete it; the rules only last until you decide to change them, and change them in secret.