A gentleman in New England prepared for January 1, 2000, by buying an entire encampment, on which he intended to start a survivalist-cum-millennialist society geared toward protecting, once civilization came crashing down, what he believed to be the American way of life. They interviewed him a few days ago, sitting in his empty community center in his deserted fiefdom. His summation of the experience? Hed been duped, dammit, and he was going to find somebody to sue.
Its stories like that that make me wish the computers had all come tumbling down.
Many of the folk opining that the Y2K bug was no big whoop tend to come off like Chris Rock at a heavyweight prizefight -- lotta mouth, no muscle. The worst and first offenders, unfortunately, were the reporters assigned to the government command centers on December 31, people clearly annoyed that they were missing Dick Clarks Rockin New Years broadcast.
The cause has been taken up, though, by others, mainly those who a year ago were convinced Y2K was about their PCs not being able to run Solitaire properly on January 1, 2000. Since chaos did not ensue, they feel confident in asserting that there wasnt really a problem to begin with. My readers who work in tech support are familiar with the species: I-dont-understand-it-therefore-its-a-stupid-subject-man, or homo blowhardiens.
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And others -- the U.S.-as-Great-Satan crowd, the black-helicopter set, the people who see collusion in every unexpected event (even the happy ones) -- are hanging their personal agendas off the Y2K peg. Incredibly to those of us who are better students of computer science than of human nature, people are angry and disappointed that everything turned out okay, that shit wasnt blowing up. We crave Armageddon, just as European Christians did 1,000 years ago -- and with much less reason, considering that Europe then was a hotbed of hunger, war and pestilence. (They only needed one more horseman of the Apocalypse to collect the whole set.)
I tend to think that the mighty backlash is a reaction to the fact that until New Years Day, no one really knew what to expect -- and just a few days later, we all knew. Mass-revealed truth is out of favor in this Age of the Expert, when everything from making music to cooking to evaluating political statements a is considered the exclusive province of professionals.
In this graceless age, the opposite of the expert is the crank, a person who seems to have an immense amount of information on a particular topic, but is resting most of it on a shaky foundation of ideology or obsession. A crank knows a lot and yet has no idea what she is talking about. A crank is an amateur gone bad. Of course, we of the techish persuasion, many of whom spent New Years sitting around offices (or watching C-SPAN) and bracing for impact, are not immune from being cranklike on certain topics. Star Trek, for instance -- some of us, lets be honest, have tendencies toward obsessing on that modern-day myth cycle, the minutiae of the physics, philosophy and politics of Gene Roddenberrys imaginary universe. Which makes the Y2K backlash just a little more poignant.
Because Y2K may be the last time humankind will have a compelling reason to pull together till the Federation makes first contact. And if theres no Federation -- and by the way, theres no Federation -- this may be the last time, period. We had a chance to experience a planetary destiny, and quite frankly, were not worthy. It took billions of dollars and an immense amount of pressure to band the nations of the world together to fight a truly common enemy, one with no ideology or ethnicity or isms at all. But everyone did their little part, and we indeed fought it, and overall, we did fine (though a railway system went down in Mali, a recon satellite blinked offline for a few hours over New England, and one in four Internet-technology professionals surveyed since New Years said she had seen problems ranging from trivial to significant.
But instead of congratulating ourselves and each other, were now bitching that the bogeyman in the closet wasnt scary enough. When we said we wanted everything to be all right, what we really meant is that we wanted a little light-flickering thrill for ourselves and absolute fucking mayhem for some other poor assholes we could watch on CNN. And so to the gentleman in New England, and to the other seekers of vicarious apocalypse, thanks a lot for ringing in the last year of the second millennium in a way that proves that most of us are no better than humankind was at the end of the first one.
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