Mental Hygiene the best thing you've done for your brain all day

Culled from the archives, and only slightly modified from its original version, is a MentalHygiene classic (if there is such a thing) the Stockholm Syndrome rant (originally from 4/21/99)

You can’t succumb to the Stockholm Syndrome if you refuse to be a victim.

I despise machines.

This might sound a little odd coming from a self proclaimed Ubergeek, but it’s true. I hate them. Unexpectedly having to leave a message on someone’s voicemail or answering machine makes me grit my teeth just to get through it. My heart races, palms start sweating, and after I hang up, i have to take a deep breath and let it out slowly. More often, I hang up with the words “I hate voicemail” on my lips.

The ATM is the same way. My bank has conspired against me, the closest branch not being open on Saturday. Of course, those of us with nine-to-five (or more often, eight-to-six-thirty) jobs can’t very well get to the bank during the week. So I have to use the ATM to deposit or cash checks, and check my balance over the phone. This has been made only moderately less complicated by the fact that I can also check my balance over the Internet, a medium I feel more in control of, but I can’t do much other than watch my checks clear that way.

I make a special effort to gesture at the ATM security camera in the traditional Roman “Digit Impudicus” style on the off chance that someone reviewing the tapes will get a laugh.

I hate that machines have taken over what has traditionally, and should continue to be, the realm of human beings. Before I started working, I went to the bank about once a week, and was able to walk in and, after waiting in a short line, talk face to face with an actual person. My money was in the hands – hands – of someone who could understand my often unusual requests with multiple deposits into multiple accounts, or answer my esoteric questions about service charges, when a particular check will clear, or what a nice day it is outside.

The cashiers recognized me, so that I didn’t need to dig out a card with a magnetic strip or my digitally encoded photograph on it to prove that I was who I said I was, and if there was a new cashier on duty, one with more experience would tell her customer to hold on a second to call over to the newbie that they knew me, and that business with the drivers license wasn’t necessary. And that’s how my money should be handled: by people that know me. By people that can do more than take my pile of checks, scan them in and spit out a receipt. Above all by people who can read my handwriting. My belief is that, since only humans place phone calls, phones should always be answered by human beings, and I should be able to talk with one when I want to ask about strange charges in my checking account.

Most of all, I hate computers.

Now, there are those who love their computers, love all the machines that they believe make their lives easier. It makes a sick sort of sense. Psychologists will tell you that after a while, hostages, even in the most terrible and traumatic of hostage situations, begin empathizing with their captors, and even fall in love with them on occasion. One case comes to mind of a kidnap victim corresponding via mail with her incarcerated kidnapper, and even testifying in his behalf at parole hearings. The phenomenon is so common that science has a name for it. It’s called Stockholm Syndrome after a case in Stockholm where four people were held captive in a bank vault for six days.

Yes, computers are the kidnappers – if you let them be. If you treat your computer like a person, and forgive its faults, then you’ve submitted to its rule. Begging for a term paper that was lost in a system crash, sobbing as you try to recover a hard drive after a virus attack, you’ve fallen into the trap. They have no emotions, yet they seem to evoke the strongest ones from their users at times.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m no Luddite, bent on reversing the technology wave before it takes over our whole society. I’m a well informed geek, who has seen the dark side of technology wreak havoc far too long. I don’t want you to chuck your computer out a window for misbehaving – I want you to call the manufacturer, the software vendor, the programmers that made your computer so hard to use in the first place, filled the code with bugs and incompatibilities, the ones that bound your hands with rough twine and gagged your mouth with duct tape. I want you to call them and tell them what a rotten job they’ve done, and how it is their responsibility to fix it, and not yours. Most of all, tell them it is not your place to perform ‘workarounds’ or repeated updates and reinstalls just to be able to get your work done.

What else can you do? You can’t write your own software, or debug someone else’s, you can’t build your own PC from parts and solder every circuit. Well, maybe some of you can, but then, you’re not the ones I’m talking to.

If you’re the kind of geek that revels in programming, being elbow-deep in assembly code, or likes the tangle of wires and boards splayed out before you while doing some hardware hack, like some kind of electronic autopsy, then you already know how to become the master of the machine. You may have the same kind of hatred for them that I have. To be a proper master, you have to hate your slave. And now, I don’t want to get any emails about how we should liberate our computers, dammit.

There is a satisfaction that only geeks can feel – it happens when they are in control of the machinery that normally is in control of them. It’s like being in the driver’s seat instead of riding shotgun. You pull this or that, and the machine responds. Everyone else is stuck on the other side, gripping the dashboard with white knuckles, pumping an imaginary brake pedal and screaming obscenities – hoping to survive the ride.

So what can you, the non-geek, do to stem the tide of techno-dictatorship? What you can do is be an informed consumer. Don’t buy products that aren’t well tested, that have inadequate manuals and support, that keep the end user out of the development loop. Don’t trust brand names or corporate images to bring you superior technology over the less-known competitors — the latest shiny pebble from Microsoft won’t cure your migraine headaches, no matter how much marketing they put behind it. Don’t settle for hard-to-use, user-surly, “good enough” software – even if it comes highly recommended by the corporate marketing regurgitators at the local Computers R Us.

I had a car that started causing trouble for me. Every now and then, it would stall at an intersection. The mechanics I took it to told me it was something wrong with the automatic transmission. A part was cracked and leaking. After spending half the value of the car getting it repaired, I sold the car and bought a new car – with a manual transmission.

Now, if it stalls out at an intersection, it’s due to my own incompetence (I didn’t know how to drive a manual very well before I bought it) rather than a mechanical failure. Manual transmissions have far fewer moving parts and are, therefore, easier and cheaper to maintain than an automatic. And yet, strangely, more and more cars are coming without the manual transmission option, or, if it is an option, it’s an additional cost over the default automatic. Strange, eh? It’s almost like the auto industry wants us to be as dependent on our mechanics as we are upon tech support.

I expect parts on a car to fail every now and then, but not so often that they become unreliable transportation or dangerous to drive. I also expect parts on planes to fail every so often, but not so often that you see 727s falling out of the sky with any frequency. Physics says things like corrosion or metal fatigue, or the occasional bird getting sucked into the intakes, will happen. In the physical world, that’s what you put up with.

Electronics, however, when put together properly, and with care, should never fail. Programs that follow logical, defined rules that programs are supposed to follow should never lock up, crash, chuck errors, or otherwise go wonky. It’s logic. There are rules. It should never fail. Well, not never, but only on the frequency that physics tell us that the occasional cosmic wave or neutrino will knock a vital circuit out of whack, push an electron down the wrong path, which is on the scale of millenia between failures. Systems that run UNIX or Linux have been known to have downtimes less than a few hours a year. Today’s consumer systems, those running any flavor of Windows or Macintosh OS, generally have that amount of downtime on a monthly or weekly schedule.

Downtime means wasted time. Time that the network is unreachable, the computer is down for repairs or upgrades, or just down – for no tangible reason.

Downtime sometimes comes from poorly configured, or poorly maintained systems. On the other hand, though, solid, bombproof systems shouldn’t need to be reconfigured once they are out of the box, and should need little or no maintenance between upgrades. This is a goal that all consumer technology should aim for – to be able to switch it on, and have it work. Just work. Like that pinnacle of user-frienliness and consumerist simplicity – the venerable toaster. It does one thing and does it well.

My stereo, refrigerator, and washer and dryer all work on almost zero maintenance. I push the right buttons, flip the right switches, and they do as they are told. Exactly like the manufacturer says they should. That’s because they have only the features they need, and no more. The designers and manufacturers know that if they put out shoddy or second rate machinery, people will refuse to buy it, no matter how low the price.

Some programmers and computer vendors should learn that, too.

Before I go on too long, I want to finish this rant with a sort of mission statement.

Don’t become another victim of Stockholm Syndrome. I’ve become accustomed to my computers not working exactly as they should, most often because of something I’ve done to them, but I’m comfortable with going in and hacking them back into working order. Replacing hard drives and boards, reinstalling an operating system and reconfiguring my Internet connection for the umpteenth time – hell, that’s a weekend. I’ve become so comfortable in fact that I used to have a recliner pulled up to my computer desk, and typically type with my cat in my lap.

Don’t succumb to the myth that it’s normal for technology not to work right all the time. Most of all don’t treat computers like people. They hate that.

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