I'll get there before most of you reach middle age.
Once I kick off, get yourselves Ouija Boards so you can receive my messages. They'll be more entertaining than YouTube, I promise, because I'll have an eternity to get all the details just right.
'Improvement' is kind of a subjective word. As is 'progress'.
We certainly have more gadgets and gizmos. We have bigger houses.We've got the Washing Machine and Dryer. We have seat heaters and massage chairs in our cars. We can fight with each other and check out porn on the WWW. We can order Asian food on the web and have Door Dash deliver it cold, soggy and crappy, instead of bothering going out to a restaurant and getting it hot and served nicely.
Because we like cold, soggy, crappy food as long as we can sit around in our jammies and not have to get all dressed up and go out in public to eat, or heaven forfend, cook, and order this junk with our cell phones, dammit!
We have phones, cameras, computers and TVs in our pockets all in wrapped up into one slick little gizmo, so we can do idiotic things like be entertained by TikTok, text people and/or scam them, watch people who have no idea what they're talking about review other gadgets, or 'unbox' things, or create slime, or make movies of themselves listening to music (!) instead of
making music, on YouTube.
So are we happier than our parents, grandparents or great-grandparents, or even our ancient forebears who spent their lives without this stuff? Do we get more satisfaction out of life? Are we less neurotic and less pressured? Are our kids and grandkids better off if they go to school with a cell phone in their backpack instead of physical books and a thermos?
Is it better to live a few years longer than people lived a couple of generations ago, so more of us wind up in old folks homes wearing Depends and living with walkers and drool cups with no quality of life, while our kids visit occasionally and we all pretend this kind of existence is a worthwhile thing?
It's not like anyone on Earth is going to give a good goddam about us or what we did only a short time after we kick off. What's the extra time for? So far, I can't figure it out, which is why I record orchestral music in my spare time that no one will ever listen to or care about. It beats the hell out of a walker and a drool cup,
or so I think.
Seems to me we deal with the same sh!t people dealt with thousands of years ago when it comes to unpleasant realities like violence, wars, taxes, hatred, sheer evil...and, or course, death. And also the same kinds of pleasant realities: families, kids, sunny days. You know, the important stuff.
Now we call our master 'the boss' or 'the client' instead of '
domine' (the latin word slaves used addressing their master). The master calls on the cell phone, and it's just like when the master rang the servant's bell 2,000 years ago:
"How high shall I jump, domine, and what hoops shall I jump through to keep my gig so I can keep accumulating gear I won't give a rat's ass about once I have it for a few days, and will put on Reverb so I can buy something else I won't give a crap about a few days later?"
Who owns your time? You really think it's you?
Different day, same sh!t, fancier tools. I hardly see the point of calling this 'improvement'. I'll concede only the word, 'change'. Change can be good or bad, depending on how you look at it.
"Laz, you need to go to bed."
"Sorry, I don't have time for sleep. I'm too busy living out these so-called golden years ranting on the internet for such mundane things as getting some zzzs, that consume hours when I could be doing productive stuff like teaching the immediate world that we're really f#cked and that progress is illusory."