Okay, enough is enough.
Over the years I've been a persistent advocate for new technologies and the resulting cultural transformations that attended them. While I acknowledge that not all of them have had a positive impact on society, I do think that many of these tools have not only increased productivity but also have shrunk our world, erasing artificial boundaries and connecting people across cultures in powerful ways.
And so way back in the early 1980's when the personal computer was just being birthed I bought an IBM PCjr, complete with a floppy disk that was actually floppy and 128KB of RAM, an amount of memory that wouldn't hold one photo of my granddaughter Ashley in today's hardware. (For those of you with more than 128KB, pictures of Ashley are available on request.)
In the years that followed I've Googled and gargled and I've Twittered and twiddled. I've dialed up the Internet with a 300 bps modem, and waited for that screeching sound over the phone that signaled a connection was made. I've processed words and spreadsheeted numbers. I've instant messaged and text messaged, and I've even used my cellphone to make phone calls. In the days before the auto save feature I've written documents of several pages in length and then lost them into the ether, where I assume they await my redemption on judgment day. That's going to be a busy day.
I've paid my tech-friendly dues throughout my career, holding off the luddites, trying to convince them that "Jesus saves" was actually a technological instruction rather than a theological one. The outcome of that discussion is still in doubt, but it's now in the hands of others. I worry.
But today I heard an advertisement on my car radio that launched me into a great sucking sound--an inhalation of air that usually only occurs when I punch the wrong button on my radio and find I've tuned in Rush Limbaugh.
The ad was from General Motors, promoting the OnStar feature in some of their cars, which they describe as an "in-vehicle security, communications, and diagnostics system." Fair enough. I've got no problem with this satellite-based program that reports crashes and dispatches emergency vehicles, not unlike a home alarm system. They say that if you lock your keys in your car you can call an 800 number and they will unlock it remotely. I've never been wild about the idea that no matter where I am some guy in Detroit can lock or unlock my car. But oh well.
Now however comes the stunning news that their program does a series of mechanical diagnostics and then YOU GET AN EMAIL FROM YOUR CAR with the results.
That's it. No more. I'm drawing the line right here. This ain't happening.
I am writing today to the management of General Motors and will be telling President Obama that this has gone too far. I WILL BE ACCEPTING NO EMAILS FROM MY CAR. I was an avid supporter, Mr. President, and I'm calling in my chits. Stop this in its tracks or that picture of you as a newborn baby in a fur parka might just get anonymously sent to the Christian Science Monitor.
I've fought the good fight. But there are times when a stand must be taken and no compromise is acceptable.
Gotta run. My refrigerator is calling. Apparently we're out of lunch meat.
not that there's anything wrong with Detroit, of course ;o) I hear there are some really cool people who live there!
ReplyDeleteMISS YOU!!!
Also, I would be totally weirded out if I got an email from my Jeep... and I *really* love my Jeep...!
Oh Grant! You certainly have not lost your sense of humor.
ReplyDeleteI miss visiting with you.
Steve is a nice guy but I'm not expecting anything really phenomenal from him at Conference. I hope I'm wrong.
Grant, I hate to add to your fright, but my GM car even has it's own phone number. That's right, if your car has OnStar-even the introductry three months of service-your car has it's own phone number. I guess that is so it can call you if you don't open the email with the diagnostics! :-)
ReplyDeleteDave, I knew it could get worse, but I thought it might take awhile. This is chilling news. What if your car exceeds its monthly cellular minutes? Who pays for that? And what if your GM vehicle falls for a Ford? They'd be constantly checking each others engine, if you get my meaning. This could get brutal in a Wal-Mart parking lot.
ReplyDeleteMy phone just rang; our Congressman initiated a "telephone town hall" and called us to participate. It's going live right now...another intriguing use of technology. The Congressman wrote in today's paper that doing this instead of live town halls will avoid an "ambush" by people with a "lynch-mob" mentality (as seen in last month's effigy of a conservative D hanging from a noose in Maryland). At least his car didn't call me.
ReplyDeleteGrant, I have just discovered your blog site and have been reading some of your posts. Very enjoyable. I even agree with most of what you have to say :) I don't drive a vehicle with OnStar so I don't have to worry about receiveing email from my car. Isn't it enough to get it at home and at work? Looking forward to future posts. Blessings -
ReplyDeleteHi Grant - a note from a Canadian friend who lives s1x months (coldest 6)in Tucson, Arizona.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear that life holds many beautiful things for you - especially that little granddaughter - makes your heart swell with love just to look at her picture.
Me, now, I only have a granddoggie but she too is cute and priceless for a pet (not EVER in the same category as your lovely little one). Genie likes to open her presents and everyone elses if she can get away with it. She is also addicted to food. When I call everyone to dinner she is the first one to the kitchen.
Check out Roma Downey's Irish Blessing - that is my prayer for you and your family.
Blessings Always
Audrey Cosway
Hey Audrey, what a delight to hear from you. Yes, our granddaughter has been a priceless blessing, one that transcends words. We have a second one scheduled to arrive in August so that will add to the joy. And we have two cats vying for their time as well.
ReplyDeleteI have enjoyed our visits over the years and it is wonderful to connect once again.