Boredom is dead. This is its funeral.
The Last Man Who Was Bored is a memorial service for a state of mind that shaped every great idea, invention, and afternoon nap in human history — and that we quietly murdered somewhere around 2007, when a man in a black turtleneck held up a small rectangle of glass and the audience applauded.
Part eulogy, part cultural autopsy, part comedy — this book moves through the official program of Boredom's service: a coroner's report on cause of death (the Smartphone, the Infinite Scroll, the Algorithm, and the Notification — none of whom expressed remorse), remembrances from a San Francisco bus driver who watched the window-staring stop in 2012, a Minnesota grandmother who found the whole situation baffling, and a man on a porch whose name nobody got.
What we lost wasn't the restlessness or the clock-watching. It was the Default Mode Network running unsupervised. It was Isaac Newton in the orchard. It was the thought that arrived at 2 AM when you finally ran out of things to scroll through.
The service will last as long as it takes. Please silence your phones.
If you find this difficult — if your hand has already moved toward your pocket since you read that sentence — you are, in fact, the reason we are here.
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Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. Boredom is dead. This is its funeral.The Last Man Who Was Bored is a memorial service for a state of mind that shaped every great idea, invention, and afternoon nap in human history - and that we quietly murdered somewhere around 2007, when a man in a black turtleneck held up a small rectangle of glass and the audience applauded.Part eulogy, part cultural autopsy, part comedy - this book moves through the official program of Boredom's service: a coroner's report on cause of death (the Smartphone, the Infinite Scroll, the Algorithm, and the Notification - none of whom expressed remorse), remembrances from a San Francisco bus driver who watched the window-staring stop in 2012, a Minnesota grandmother who found the whole situation baffling, and a man on a porch whose name nobody got.What we lost wasn't the restlessness or the clock-watching. It was the Default Mode Network running unsupervised. It was Isaac Newton in the orchard. It was the thought that arrived at 2 AM when you finally ran out of things to scroll through.The service will last as long as it takes. Please silence your phones.If you find this difficult - if your hand has already moved toward your pocket since you read that sentence - you are, in fact, the reason we are here. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. Seller Inventory # 9798185919101
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Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. Boredom is dead. This is its funeral.The Last Man Who Was Bored is a memorial service for a state of mind that shaped every great idea, invention, and afternoon nap in human history - and that we quietly murdered somewhere around 2007, when a man in a black turtleneck held up a small rectangle of glass and the audience applauded.Part eulogy, part cultural autopsy, part comedy - this book moves through the official program of Boredom's service: a coroner's report on cause of death (the Smartphone, the Infinite Scroll, the Algorithm, and the Notification - none of whom expressed remorse), remembrances from a San Francisco bus driver who watched the window-staring stop in 2012, a Minnesota grandmother who found the whole situation baffling, and a man on a porch whose name nobody got.What we lost wasn't the restlessness or the clock-watching. It was the Default Mode Network running unsupervised. It was Isaac Newton in the orchard. It was the thought that arrived at 2 AM when you finally ran out of things to scroll through.The service will last as long as it takes. Please silence your phones.If you find this difficult - if your hand has already moved toward your pocket since you read that sentence - you are, in fact, the reason we are here. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Seller Inventory # 9798185919101
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