Recently, I’ve been thinking about how I think. In particular, about how my reading habits effect how I think. Over the last six months, I’ve become enamored of my RSS reader. Assembling a collection of sites to read is like having a digital library; and in keeping with the medium, it reflects the impermanent and shifting nature of the internet.
One thing that has been surprising is the way using an RSS reader has expanded my reading. The obvious fact is that having a convenient way to track every update to every site I read makes it easier to spot posts that interest me. Initially, I worried that this would result in a form of internet tunnel vision. While I’m reading more content, I’m also missing many of the useful aspects of visiting a site: links to other articles, interesting design, reader comments, etc. To some extent that has been the case. But what has also happened is that I have developed a deeper connection with the writers and websites that I follow.
So deeper connections, deeper thinking, right? Maybe not. Of the hundreds of articles/posts that I read each day, I often find that I can recall few. There are some topics, like health care reform, on which I have regularly read the analysis of several smart, well-informed writers; but I couldn’t tell you much about the actual plan. I’ve read hundreds of blog posts on cocktail recipes, obscure spirits, or any number of topics, and they all drift past my mind like snowflakes. They twinkle in the air, but disappear when I try to grasp them.
Am I just not as mentally sharp as I used to feel? Or, do I just not pay close enough attention to the things I’m reading? Maybe it’s neither. Nicholas Carr has some
observations on the topic (though the whole article is worth reading):
For me, as for others, the Net is becoming a universal medium, the conduit for most of the information that flows through my eyes and ears and into my mind. The advantages of having immediate access to such an incredibly rich store of information are many, and they’ve been widely described and duly applauded. “The perfect recall of silicon memory,” Wired’s Clive Thompson has written, “can be an enormous boon to thinking.” But that boon comes at a price. As the media theorist Marshall McLuhan pointed out in the 1960s, media are not just passive channels of information. They supply the stuff of thought, but they also shape the process of thought. And what the Net seems to be doing is chipping away my capacity for concentration and contemplation. My mind now expects to take in information the way the Net distributes it: in a swiftly moving stream of particles. Once I was a scuba diver in the sea of words. Now I zip along the surface like a guy on a Jet Ski.
I’m not the only one. When I mention my troubles with reading to friends and acquaintances—literary types, most of them—many say they’re having similar experiences. The more they use the Web, the more they have to fight to stay focused on long pieces of writing. Some of the bloggers I follow have also begun mentioning the phenomenon. Scott Karp, who writes a blog about online media, recently confessed that he has stopped reading books altogether. “I was a lit major in college, and used to be [a] voracious book reader,” he wrote. “What happened?” He speculates on the answer: “What if I do all my reading on the web not so much because the way I read has changed, i.e. I’m just seeking convenience, but because the way I THINK has changed?”
I’m fascinated by the thought that the internet isn’t just changing the way we communicate, it’s fundamentally altering the way we process information. Further on in his article, Carr talks about the malleability of the brain, how it can reprogram itself and update its “circuitry” over time. This makes perfect sense to me. The fundamental quality of the body is change. Every part of us is constantly shifting as cells move, die and regenerate. If I think about the strength and totality of the mental changes that I’ve experienced over the years, it seems entirely consistent that my mind is literally different.
Carr’s article, written in 2008, is titled “Is Google Making Us Stupid?” This past Saturday, a
similar article was published by Gary Marshall, this one with the title “Is the internet making us stupid?” The latter lacks the depth, both in its wisdom and its research, of the former, but it has some points worth noting. There seems to be a deep pessimism in discussions about the way the internet is changing our minds. As Carr observes, history is replete with examples of apocalyptic predictions about emerging technology. But as Marshall says, “technology isn’t good or bad; it just is.” That’s a bit facile, but nonetheless instructive. While the internet might be shifting the way we process information, it’s also changing the way we use it. It’s not that we no longer read or write, as is often speculated, it’s that we don’t read or write the way that we used to.
There is certainly much to be skeptical about in modern communication. I am still struggling to understand how my own reading habits have changed and what that means to me. In the end, the way we use the internet is our own decision; while many of us struggle with how it has changed our thought processes, it remains to be seen how that will play out in the long term.
There’s one other idea that interests me in Marshall’s article. He talks about the reasons we find skipping from link to link without pausing for the sort of lengthy analysis that traditionally accompanies research. Studies have suggested that fast thinking, flitting from idea to idea as we often do with links on the web, triggers the release of dopamine, a chemical in the brain that is associated with pleasure. Quoting Dr. Gary Small of UCLA:
“[W]hat many of us do on our PCs isn't multitasking. It's something rather different, which he calls Partial Continuous Attention.
"With Partial Continuous Attention or PCA you're scanning the environment, looking for new bits of information that might tweak your dopamine reward system and be more exciting [than what you're doing]," he says.”
That sounds about right. But I’m not sure that the internet is to blame. The vastness of its content and the speed and ease with which we can access it certainly contribute to this phenomenon, but I think this sort of searching is more fundamental to our minds, something that must be overcome regardless of the technology we use. Maybe awareness of the issue is the first step. As use of the internet continues to grow more pervasive, we will continue to evaluate the role it plays in our lives. And, I think, we will find ways to manage its dangers. Nothing stays novel forever, nor should it. The Portuguese poet Fernando Pessoa
brilliantly wrote the following:
In its essence life is monotonous. Happiness therefore depends on a reasonably thorough adaptation to life’s monotony. By making ourselves monotonous, we make ourselves equal to life. Thus we live to the full. And living to the full is to be happy.
Unhealthy, illogical souls laugh—uneasily, deep down—at bourgeois happiness, at the monotonous life of the bourgeois man who obeys a daily routine . . . . . . , and at his wife who spends her time keeping the house tidy, is consumed by the minutiae of caring for the children, and talks about neighbors and acquaintances. That’s what happiness is, however. It seems, at first glance, that new things are what give pleasure to the mind; but there aren’t many new things, and each one is new only once. Our sensibility, furthermore, is limited, and it doesn’t vibrate indefinitely. Too many new things will eventually get tiresome, since our sensibility can’t keep up with all the stimulations it receives.
To resign oneself to monotony is to experience everything as forever new. The bourgeois’s vision of life is the scientific vision, since everything is indeed always new, and before this day this day never existed.
He, of course, would say none of this. Were he capable of saying it, he wouldn’t be capable of being happy. My observations only make him smile; and it’s his smile that brings me, in all their detail, the considerations I’m writing down, for future generations to ponder.
Indeed.