Were We Destined to be Glassholes? by
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I felt inspired to write something about an exhibit I saw at the very wonderful Oakland Museum of California recently. In a little, low tech mock-up garage within the California History gallery, I discovered an homage to the innovators of Silicon Valley: photos of the HP garage, the Steve Jobs garage, the first big tech campus in Menlo Park– and shelves stacked with  plastic milk crates full of  motherboards, cables, and other paraphernalia  from the early days of computer technology. There were even some of the early personal computers on display.  Don’t they already look like dinosaurs? Those boxy plastic things with their tiny screens and green font? So much has changed in such a short period of time.

Along with the bits and pieces of computers, museum-goers had an opportunity to contribute to the exhibit. This sign caught my eye:

How has your life changed because of computer technology?    

Visitors were invited to add comments using state-of-the-art low-tech materials: pencils and paper. The handwritten comments  were then clipped onto a cable strung between the boards on the “garage” wall.
Some of the comments are heartbreaking (repetitive stress leading to job loss, elimination of jobs, less human interaction), and some are humorous (not getting to practice one’s penmanship). Incidentally,  how is your handwriting these days? Mine used to be very good, and now. . .well, it’s gotten pretty sloppy. Cursive? Another dinosaur.

To illustrate how Twitter and Facebook have infiltrated our patterns of communication, I whipped out my phone and took this picture:


Note: This comment gets an “Amen!” in addition to 2–no, make that 3–“Likes” and one hashtag: #yes)

Got questions?What do you want to know?

Extra points for writing in cursive!

It’s true: the bar bet is dead. Arguments over the name of  “that guy who was in that thing” you saw ten or fifteen years ago are also a relic of the past. A couple of clicks replace hours of brain-racking. Imagine  how much mental energy we save by not having to think and remember. Thanks, Google.

Right after I saw this exhibit, I read the article by novelist Gary Shteyngart in the August 5, 2013 issue of The New Yorker. He wrote “O.K., Glass: Confessions of a Google Glass Explorer” after having won a Twitter contest run by Google in search of “the first batch of Glass Explorers.” He quickly becomes a head-jerking, temple-tapping rock star in the eyes of people who figure out that the pair of odd-looking glasses he has on are Google Glass.  The caption under the photograph of Shteyngart wearing them: “I hear that in San Francisco the term ‘Glassholes’ is already current, but in New York I am a conquering hero.”

No stranger to the technological capabilities of his iPhone, Shteyngart describes how his phone had become a “frightening appendage to a life of already sizable anxiety. . .a sadistic life coach constantly reminding me that, whatever I was doing, there were more fascinating things to be done.” He had transformed into “an occasional rather than a voracious reader, a curator of my life rather than a participant, a man who could walk through a stunning national park while looking up stunning national parks.”

It didn’t take long for him to warm up to the Glass, though. The urge to “tap and slide at one’s touch pad and make circular motions with one’s head can be overwhelming.”  Take a picture, find the closest Thai restaurant, send a video: all the stuff you do with a smartphone and more. So much more.  Camera, microphone, touch pad, projector screen–all right there in your glasses. Imagine.

Some time after visiting  this exhibit, I walked through the Union Square area in San Francisco. Tourists gather around the square, the cable car turnaround, and the large department stores, mostly shivering in their seasonally inappropriate clothing. Several times, I found myself behind a slow-moving flock of young men or women, walking three to four abreast on the sidewalk, eyes down, thumbs flying, oblivious to the flow of pedestrians jammed up behind them: a common sight everywhere we go these days. Classic cellphomaniac behavior.  In the same issue of the magazine as the Google Glass article, there’s a cartoon showing people crossing a downtown street, tapping long white canes in front of themselves, while they stare down at their phones.

Is this, finally, what opposable thumbs have wrought?

Don’t get me wrong. I love my iPhone, even though I was a late adopter. I check it.  Often. Sometimes compulsively. But do I now have to fear becoming a Glasshole? Is this my destiny?

Will this newest gadget prove to be irresistible as we retreat further into our heads–when our link to everything is actually ON our heads? Speaking to us?

I’m not ready for that.
2021 Update:
Apparently, most people weren’t ready either. From a January 25, 2019 article in the Intelligencer section of New York magazine, entitled “The Last Glassholes,” written by Madison Malone Kircher:

“At this point, owning Google Glass is like buying a vintage typewriter you have no intention of really using. You buy it to own it; to remember a specific moment in time — and, let’s be honest, to present yourself as the type of person who is concerned with remembering that specific moment in time — by keeping that moment on your shelf.

Anyway, as one Redditor points out, using Google Glass requires a Google+ account. Google shuttered Google+ in October 2018 after a security flaw exposed the data of half a million people.”

So it goes. Glassholes, we hardly knew ye.
*Life before plug and play: UNIVAC 1232 (photo courtesy of the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum)

Characterizations: well written


  1. Marian says:

    I adore everything about this article, Risa, and how you captured exactly what it’s like in northern California with our tech trends. Google Glass was just too much … and now because we haven’t been out with others during the year, we rely more on Zoom and phones anyway. I plead guilty to looking up a lot of trivia on my phone that I’d previously exercise my brain over.

  2. Suzy says:

    I love this story, Risa, and that picture of the computer with the tiny screen and the green font really took me back. However, I have to say that I don’t think I was ever aware of Google Glass. Somehow that craze came and went and I was oblivious. So thanks for cluing me in to what I missed.

  3. I’m not ready for that either Risa, and Google Glass did always seem so creepy!

    And I may be a Luddite, but this old school librarian is still bemoaning the lack of a real authority filter on most of the Web, and all those plagiarized student term papers!

  4. A great read, Risa! I’d almost forgotten about Google Glasses. I mean Google Glass. I remember seeing someone wearing them (I mean it) and thinking they (it) were (was) kind of cool. Maybe that’s why they (it) failed…pronoun perplexity.

    I also remember seeing people walking down the street talking to themselves…oh, wait, they were wearing earbuds…and thinking how stupid they looked and that I’d never do that. Think again. (Now there’s a tagline.)

  5. Betsy Pfau says:

    Fantastic story, Risa. I love all the comment notes you’ve capture (extra points for cursive), commenting on the comments. Since my husband and I worked, tangentially, in tech for decades, we were fellow-travelers to all those trends, but thought Google Glass was just silly. (Guess we were right). My husband always says, “There are no more bar fights because of iPhones”, reiterating your point. I do love having that device with me at all times, both camera and encyclopedia. Very handy. You captured the revolution, both good and bad, very well here.

  6. Laurie Levy says:

    Great story, Risa. Along the tech trail, there have been many fails. On the other hand, I agree with your assessment about the impact of phones on our lives. After giving up our landline, my phone has become central to our lives for all communication. This, misplacing it becomes a crisis. It would be nice to be disconnected at times.

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