Thursday 19th March, 2015.
In Which the Internet Goes Down.
~You may tell, as my life has got busier, my blog has become less frequent. My apologies! I’ll be back to post every now and then though.~
Today, I walked into a library that had no internet, no server and no connection to the printer. In a strange and entriely unrelated conincidence, half of the lights were also not working due to a fuse problem.
I like to think that living in the Gladbubble without TV, I’ve gone back to the old fashioned way of entertaining myself – knitting, reading and conversation. I even tried out some book folding. This morning, however, reminded me that I am very firmly in the 21st century. It should be noted that I never have any phone signal here, so the internet is my only means of communication with people not in the same room as me.
My first instinct was to tell (by which I mean moan to) my beardy beloved. But alas – there was no internet. Then I decided to try and facebook him, in the same absent-minded way we’re perhaps all guilty of. I felt a sense of being alone that I haven’t felt in some time.
I was discussing with the other intern that this is what it was like before the days of the internet. It’s not like I’m young enough to be unaware of life before the internet. I remember sitting in the kitchen in our house on Blackberry Lane, playing minesweeper and solitaire for hours, opening a word document and typing just for the fun of it (don’t laugh!). I was just young enough that I didn’t really have a grasp on life; I can’t truly say that I was aware of the social aspects of the pre-internet world, though I am a part of the generation that is old enough to just about remember life before the internet which means that I’m fully aware of how the internet has changed the world. I remember waiting for the dial-up sounds on the phone which meant that I’d be able to go on MSN messenger, which was better than texting because it was free and we could use the first incarnation of emoticons.
But I digress. The point is, the internet is something that I grew up with, and that grew up with me. Each year in the life of Lauren brought ever more leaps in the use of technology and the internet. When the internet was severed this morning, I was midway through conversations with at least 5 different people. Instant messaging services like Whatsapp, Facebook Messenger et al mean that conversations can last for days, months and even years. Suddenly, I was unable to talk to these people. I couldn’t tell facebook or twitter about it. I was left with my own thoughts, my own outlook. I ended up scouring the building for a spot of 3G so that I could tell people that I was alive and well, because not hearing from me throughout the course of the day is now so out of the ordinary. I find it hard to imagine a world where you aren’t in constant contact with friends and family. Was it lonely, pre-internet? Or was it normal, because that kind of connection just wasn’t available?
At the moment, I’m reading The Fire Sermon by Francesca Haig. It’s set in a post-apocalyptic world. Time is cleaved into two halves by something referred to only as The Blast; there is the Before and the After.
As time went on this morning, the internet itself is very much like the Blast. It imploded into our lives, and changed everything. It would be quite a good measurement of time to refer to time as Before The Internet and After The Internet.
And then we move onto the technology. Being off the server means that nobody could access any of the work that we had previously saved. We thought it would be no problem, because so much of the job is physical. We could process books (which is essentially stamping and labelling them)…only the templates for the correct size were on the server. I at the very least could make a sign for the misbehaving lights. It wasn’t until I had finished typing the notice (without a logo – no connection to the server!) that I realised that without a connection to the server, I also couldn’t connect to the printer. I had to physically hand write the notice, which is possible the first time I have ever had to do that. As each Reader entered the library, I had to break the bad news that the wifi wasn’t working, which led to such dramatic reactions that it was funny. There were lots of frustrated eye rubs, exasperated chuckles and one Reader screwed up their face in horror and physically took a step back. We established that there was still WiFi in the Gryffindor Common Room – about half an hour later I was taking some books to reshelve, and almost every seat was taken by people desperately clinging to their technology.
A day without internet and access to our most important work was quite liberating. It gave us a chance to catch up on some work that had been left because it was more physical, meaning that anyone could pick up on it.
That doesn’t mean that I’ll be giving up the internet any time soon. I missed you, internet! I missed my friends, my family and even the strangers on the other end of social networks who let you know that they are there by the occasional retweet. Don’t ever leave me again, internet.