There is a growing
awareness about two divergent paths our species could follow from this point in
our bewildering milieu. The first presupposes that our technology will continue
to advance exponentially toward beautiful (or perhaps terrifying) outcomes and
horizons of possibility. The second shivers with the fear of a planet-wide
collapse of society and technology, spiraling us into a new “dark age” of low
technology and primitive social structures.
I follow Klint
Finley’s blog, Technoccult, and
appreciate his insight and attention to unfolding trends in technology and
society. He recently began a thread with this question: “In
a low-tech, post-apocalyptic world, what would you want your job to be?” I
still haven’t found an answer to this question, but it began ticking at the
back of my brain.
This question
spiked to the forefront of my mind again yesterday, after receiving an email
from my dear friend Carolyn, about low-tech
booby traps setup alongside popular hiking trails in Utah. The article got
me to thinking about another angle on Finley’s question; and made me pose
my own: What if persons already committed to a low-technology future are
already placing bids on their jobs in the post-apocalyptic world?
Our entire
culture, at this very moment, is white knuckling the steering wheel into a
tunnel with no light at the other end. Our collective future is shadowed by Fukushima,
increasing tension and violence
between “law” enforcement and citizens worldwide, and a persistent fear-based
media that aims to unhinge citizens young and old and create divisive reefs
between people who have more in common with each other than the governments who
represent their interests (and I use that word loosely).
I’ll admit I’m not
ignorant, or without consideration, of a possible low-tech society in our
immediate future. During a conversation with a friend on his birthday last
week, the notion of a “ten-year” plan popped up. He has two kids, seven and
five-years-old, so for him, there is a stronger notion of a necessity to plan
for the future. I’m single and have no children, but the concept hit me pretty
hard. What will the world look like in ten years? What do I want my role in
whatever world unfolds in ten years to be? How do I start placing my bid on
that role now?
Tying rocks and
spiked stakes to ropes in trees is definitely not the best answer. Neither is
arguing moot political blunderings until we’re all blue in the face or parading
in the streets alongside violence tourists. The only answer I’ve discovered to
this point, is the same notion I’ve tried to build my life on for the past ten
years: learn to be a boundless being in this culture which tries, with all its
might, to incarcerate you, whether it be in a job, a house, or a tailor-made
personality marketed on the web or television. It is up to you to decide your
own role in the post-apocalyptic, zombified world, which is already upon
us.