Touch my buttons
This story begins at the gym, where I ambitiously decided to exercise my muscles in order to not be able to walk afterwards. I like to call that Tuesday.
This was my first time at the newly renovated gym, so I was really surprised at the new machines that they had introduced. They were touch screen.
This lead to me to wonder what is happening with the world if we are so eagerly abandoning the process of pressing a button. I like buttons. I like to feel them with my fingers. They have different textures, and shapes, and sizes. Each one gives you a different sensation when you touch them – soft, hard, squishy, bouncy, sticky. And now, there is a touch screen. Also know as – “Bla”. One cannot help but associate this with humanity’s shift away from the sensual and onto the logical:
I want it to function, not to please me.
(That would be a bad slogan for a vibrator, or a vacuum cleaner….)
Navigating these new machines made me feel like I had just hijacked an alien spaceship, and was trying to quickly shift into light speed mode. This naturally ment that I was randomly clicking on the screen going : “FLY, BITCH, FLY!”
I won’t lie – I wanted a cookie.
These machines do give you the feeling that if you press the right buttons you might actually fly into the sunset.
However, I belive that is too much excitement to endure while working out.
Also, doesn’t this one look kind of like a monkey? :




Why wouldn’t you want to shift to the logical?
Are we just slaves of our sensations?
…and when are you going to tell me which cookies have you been so obsessed with lately?
Well, thats what the people in the future in The Terminator thought – “Let’s be more logical and have machines think instead of us.” Um, I don’t think they were especially proud of that decision
Being logical doesn’t mean let someone/something else think for you, on the contrary.
but this is just one man’s opinion
well theri logic was – I am so smart, and logical, I will make a computer think like me, just so I can prove how smart and logical I am. And there you go. At least they gave Arnie something to do.