Technology these days...(pic by ralphbijker)

Technology these days…(pic by ralphbijker)

Isn’t technology a great thing? Mechanical mastery. Skyscapes bristling with buildings of glittering glass and steel. Or hurtling above the clouds in hollow tubes, winged and thundering. Motorways heaving with vehicular corpuscles, clotted and pulsing by day and by night.

A well-stocked emergency room. The confounding array of machinery, beeping and hissing. Surgical precision.

Cif EasyLift Bathroom spray has something in the bottle called ‘lift-action technology’. The technology of active lifting. The bottle doesn’t lift itself but the substance within removes tough bathroom dirt. Dirt is ‘tough’ in bathrooms because it has to be to survive there. Cif uses ‘technology’ to lift it, gently.

Dove Men+Care Invisible Dry Anti-Perspirant provides ‘powerful stain free underarm protection’. The description drops the hyphen that should otherwise be present in the compound adjective ‘stain-free’. A real man would do the same. The product contains “a quarter of moisturising technology”. One quarter of all research and expertise currently available in the field of moisturising technology was used in the manufacture of this product. The anti-perspirant now ‘contains’ this one quarter, rendered as fluid. Three quarters of moisturising technology is lying somewhere, forgotten.

Technology can ‘care’. It is not unfeeling. The advanced moisturising complex known as DermaPure contains ‘clinically proven skin care technology’. It’s ‘Hollywood’s best kept secret’. Clinics have proven that skin feels cared for after being exposed to this technology. Thus cared for, skin can effectively live backwards, defying mortality and decay. It is ‘clinically proven to turn back the natural effects of the aging process at the cellular level’. One day, skin care technology might be a staple of funeral parlours. No one need die anymore. We can turn back time ‘at the cellular level’.

The word ‘technology’ has a sleek, hard shell and a silvery luminescence. It is scientifically proven. It is the spirit that embodies the relentlessness of the machine and the rigour of research. Beneath the shell, however, older meanings slither in the darkness. Meanings like ‘discourse or treatise on an art or the arts’. It used to entail the activities and skills of the craftsman, ‘bringing forth’ things and thoughts previously hidden. As Heidegger says, the essence of (modern) technology, its viscus, is nothing ‘technological’.

And yet, ‘technology’ is now slathered on the flesh, though it left the body of the craftsman long ago. It once inhered in the skill of hands at work, the effortful revelation of forms and their birth out of unyielding material. Technology, bringing into presence…

It's clearly been a quiet week for global news (pic by Lauren Michell)

It’s clearly been a quiet week for global news (pic by Lauren Michell)

I’ve been gaining increasing numbers of blog followers these last few weeks, which is nice. Granted, the vast majority of them shimmer in a decidedly spammy miasma. Their arrival amounts to me being showered with fragments from the sort of crass commercialism I so despise, but maybe I can beguile them, Pied Piper style, and dance them to their doom.

Anyway, I was looking around for something to rant about this week but I couldn’t relax my fingers for long enough to lay hold of a topic, so tightly clenched were they and so impotent my rage. In desperation, I turned to the news, which always presents its soft underbelly so willingly to bared fangs.

Not much was going on there, however. News stations and papers around the world seemed transfixed with a US story about some unfortunates imprisoned against their will for more than a decade, without trial, due process, family visits or anything; held hostage to the twisted ideologies of their captors in the midst of a completely oblivious world. Great, I thought, another Guantanamo ‘exposé’. However, this time it was about three women in Ohio. Luckily for them their ordeal is over. Meanwhile, in a naval base in Cuba’s Guantanamo Bay…

Other than the Ohio Great Escape, there were slim pickings in media outlets in Ireland and England. The manager of a big football team in England – Manchester United – is retiring in a few weeks and the fallout is manic and continuing. Just to repeat: he’s the manager of a football team and he is retiring. That’s it, the full extent of the story. He was good at his job and he will be hard to replace.

The retirement of Sir Alex Ferguson, as he’s known, probably warrants a single paragraph in the national press and maybe a few words from a news studio sports anchor. Instead, this retirement/bereavement (it’s being treated like a death by the media) announcement got top billing on all of the major news stations in the UK and Ireland (and probably the world – delusion can be global, you know: media justification for the US-led wars in Iraq comes to mind).

Maybe the story’s prominence was down to a slow day in world affairs. No bombings in Iraq or drone kills in Afghanistan. No murders in Syria or starvation in drought-stricken lands. No high-profile celebrity spats, no news on this season’s ‘must haves’ from the fashion industry, no miracle cancer cures or one-glass-of-wine-a-day-could-kill-you exclusives released by scaremongering tabloids.

Everywhere is calm, order prevails – and a man is retiring…

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