Quotes About Modernization

That machine's a great invention! he said. Other folks can stick to old-fashioned ways if they want to, but I'm all for progress. It's a great age we're living in. As long as I raise wheat, I'm going to have a machine come and thresh it, if there's one anywhere in the neighborhood.

That machine's a great invention!" he said. "Other folks can stick to old-fashioned ways if they want to, but I'm all for progress. It's a great age we're living in. As long as I raise wheat, I'm going to have a machine come and thresh it, if there's one anywhere in the neighborhood.

One of the saddest sights to me has always been a human at a keyboard doing something by hand that could be automated. It's sad but hilarious.

Obsolescence is a fate devoutly to be wished, lest science stagnate and die.

From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation.

Computer Science is the only discipline in which we view adding a new wing to a building as being maintenance.

Those who understand the steam engine and the electric telegraph spend their lives in trying to replace them with something better.

Steam is no stronger now than it was a hundred years ago but it is put to better use.

Last century's magic is this year's science.

Technological society has succeeded in multiplying the opportunities for pleasure, but it has great difficulty in generating joy.

Politics is an obsolete way of doing things. Although it was good a hundred years ago, it has no place in today's high tech society.

En la historia del mundo, nunca antes los no-lugares han ocupado tanto espacio". Los

las ciudades se han convertido en el basurero de los problemas engendrados globalmente.

Ningún marino de hoy perdería el tiempo reparando la parte que ya no sirve para navegar, sino que más bien la reemplazaría con una pieza de repuesto.

Yet our concern is not how to worship in the catacombs but rather how to remain human in the skyscrapers. NOTES 1 Portions of this section are based on Heschel, Man Is Not Alone (New York: Farrar, Straus, 1951).

Affonso tried to do something as difficult in his time as in ours: to be a selective modernizer. He

Yet though Americans have been driving up to their houses for decades and entering through backdoors, side doors, kitchen doors, and especially doors through garages, architects keep designing houses with ceremonial front doors that are nowhere near any car or driveway.

Take facsimile, for example. Over the past two decades, the facsimile has become an indispensable part of every company's communication portfolio. Americans will send 65 billion pages of faxes this year, more than 230 per person. And 50 percent of all international telephone calls are now fax calls.

Blind impatience is equally evident in the fruit section. Our ancestors might have delighted in the occasional handful of berries found on the underside of a bush in late summer, viewing it as a sign of the unexpected munificence of a divine creator, but we became modern when we gave up on awaiting sporadic gifts from above and sought to render any pleasing sensation immediately and repeatedly available.

a supernatural instrument before whose miracle we used to stand amazed, and which we now employ without giving it a thought, to summon our tailor or to order an ice cream

there are a few houses on the street left in their original trim, today's newcomers seldom moving in until they have ripped the guts out of these decent Victorian villas to turn them into models of white and modish minimalism.

I've decided that has been the great achievement of our age: to so thoroughly flood the planet with megabits that every image and fact has become a digitized disembodied nothingness. With magnificent determination, our species has advanced from Stone Age to Industrial Revolution to Digital Emptiness. We've become weightless, in the bad sense of the word.

Invisibly, almost without notice, we are losing ourselves. We are losing our ability to know who we are and what is important to us. We are creating a global machine in which each of us is a mindless and reflexive cog, relentlessly driven by the speed, noise, and artificial urgency of the wired world.

As with the destruction of the environment, no one intended to rob us of our interior lives. Each of us once swallowed that first bite of the wired world, then the second. Then we were addicted. Soon, we couldn't remember what we had lost. Our children, of course, were born into the wired world, never knowing any other way of life. All this in the name of "progress.