If you’d told humanity 20 years ago how abruptly our days would grind to a halt when the internet cut out, they’d tell you that you were mad. Yet here we are: in a few short decades, our level of internet-dependency has skyrocketed. I remember a time before the internet (or at least before it was prevalent in the day-to-day life of average people), and I certainly never felt like I was missing out on something. But now, when Shaw says — as it so often does — hey, maybe you shouldn’t have a connection for the next five minutes, I’m left to wander aimlessly around my home, trying to find something to pass my time until the connection comes back, and I can resume my work. Maybe I’ll tidy up my desk a little (those receipts are starting to pile up), or unload the dishwasher (it’s been sitting full all day). I’d do some studying, but I got all e-textbooks this semester, so I can’t load them up. I don’t even have a data plan for my phone, so I can’t go complain about it on Twitter. What a pathetic excuse for a millennial I am. If only I had some other, more traditional medium in which to complain.
Jeff was The Cascade's Editor in Chief for the latter half of 2022, having previously served as Digital Media Manager, Culture & Events Editor, and Opinion Editor. One time he held all three of those positions for a month, and he's not sure how he survived that. He started at The Cascade in 2016.
