Sunday, February 12, 2006

Spiraling down into paranoid hysteria - sort of

Those pickles are MMM-MMM good.

You should have seen Joshua's eyes light up when we opened up that five gallon bucket. He loves pickles and looked like he wanted to dive right in.

Anyway- moving on...

Brad and I saw this thing on the History Channel the other day about this machine called a fleuroscope which was used from the twenties through the fifties in shoe stores. It was basically an X-ray machine that was supposed to be the most modern way to get well-fitted shoes. A child would put their foot in the machine and the salesclerk, mother, and child would look into one of three viewfinders to look at the X-rayed foot. Unfortunately, the machines emitted about 25 rems of radiation; in later years, it was determined that the maximum exposure for workers who dealt with radiation was 5 rems per year. So people were getting sick and dying... because they were being progressive- and using the most "modern technology". People totally misunderstood the power and danger of X-rays.

Kinda makes you stop and think. What technology are we using now, even taking for granted, that may be far more complicated and dangerous than we realize... Hmmm. I'm not exactly a Luddite, but I can sympathize with their viewpoint. I don't think I have the courage to be a true Luddite though. I don't really want to know what life would be like without the modern conveniences of washing machines, plumbing, the internal combustion engine, debit cards, central heating, and the internet. Although, come to think of it, with all the talk about Iran and their electromagnetic pulse bomb, I have been thinking about what nineteenth century life would be like and how I would deal with it. Time to go stock up the Y2K cupboard, I guess.

Brad says that in twenty years we'll probably find out that the internet is fatal. He says that if that day ever comes, he's probably going to buy a pack of cigarettes, stop looking both ways before crossing, and keep on surfing the web.

9 comments:

Mrs. RF said...

Hmm...as a child I actually used that x-ray machine when getting fitted for my shoes! I can remember how cool it was to look at my bones in my feet! Sigh.

Claire said...

WOW! I can't believe that! Pretty incredible.

Laughter said...

Claire,

I love you and your posts and the other half of you who makes them all that much better!

Yay for you!

See y'all in May. :-D

Amy said...

I have to agree with Brad...but I wouldn't choose cigarettes, I'd go for an all-candy diet, maybe a few donuts thrown in for variety. :)

DJ said...

Amen to what Brad and Amy say. Cept I'd go for "Death by BigMac and Icecream"...

Shari said...

And I'd go for a chips 'n salsa/ice cream diet. LOL!

Are the pickles crunchy? I LOVE dill pickles (after hating them as a child) and am always looking for good, crunchy dill pickles. My husband and I were recently at a farmer's market/grocery store and we bought a HUGE jar of pickles. I couldn't wait to try them. Alas, they were not crunchy. My hubby loved the flavor, but I just couldn't get past the soft texture. They HAVE to be crunchy.

Brad, I bought three Innocence Mission CDs and am a girl obsessed! Thank you so much for telling me about them! I LOVE their music and am hooked for life. If you've never listened to Over the Rhine (I'm a huge fan), you should check them out . . . I think you would like them since you like Innocence Mission.

Claire said...

YES! They ARE crunchy! You're absolutely right- consistency is very important and the crunchiness was a big part of what made me fall in love with these pickles.

Loreo said...

Wow--x-ray machines for trying on shoes!?! Ha ha to buying cigarettes and not looking both ways!! For me, throwing in the towel: no makeup, hair thrown up in one of those incompletely-pulled-through-pony tails, and grey sweats! (Der)

Jill said...

I recently read a book by Terri Blackstock called Last Light about how there was an electromagnetic pulse that caused anything and everything electronic to die. NOTHING worked. It was a really depressing book and made me realize how utterly dependent we are on technology. There better not ever be an EMP because I happen to LIKE my modern conveniences!