Devices

A new meaning for an everyday word - device: a thing made or adapted for a a particular purpose. Today the word tends to be used to mean portable electronic computing devices such as smartphones and tablets. As these things become endlessly cleverer there has been a drift away from the things we used to call 'PCs', personal computers, that needed a desk to sit at and required wires which connected a screen (a 'monitor') to a large box often found resting on the floor underneath. The box would hum away as it stored emails, letters and other precious stuff whereas today these things are automatically 'uploaded' from a phone using something we call the 'internet' and end up in a place from where we can easily retrieve anything with one simple jab of the screen. The physical location of our 'data' is a mystery to most of us - we don't need to know - and why would I need a monitor today when I can easily send the image on my smartphone to the television screen across the room without getting out of my armchair.

Just recently, however, we have identified some flaws in the transition process described above. Over my many years of using computers I have replaced one with another several times as my needs have changed or the machine itself has ceased to function. Each time, in order to ensure my data is not lost, I have copied things to other storage media which have then been tucked away in a cupboard. Some of these are DVDs, which stands for Digital Versatile/Video Disk, a form of data storage invented nearly thirty years ago. Then there are SSDs (Solid State Drives) which go back even further. None of this would have mattered had we not decided to 'have a bit of a clear out'. This phrase describes the process of digging around in cupboards, climbing up into the attic to see what is there, going through boxes full of old papers and letters relating to long forgotten events and throwing out what is no longer relevant to our present day lives. It was whilst engaged in this tiresome task that we came across the historic data storage media, loads of them full of more bytes than we would ever try to count, and this presented us with a problem. We are, after all, talking about information, pictures and recordings of things that were once part of our lives so before throwing them away we naturally want to know what is there. The problem for us now is that to do this our present day devices, tablets and phones, must be able to connect to a device that can read a DVD and we must also find the right wires to attach our present devices to an SSD so it can be read.

At this point I am inclined to abort the mission and think of other uses for the pile of DVD disks that are now littering the dining room table. They are shiny attractive things that might be better used as ornaments or perhaps even reconfigured as a nice wall clock. So let us put them back in a box for the time being and focus on the SSD thingy.

The devices we use every day in our home are called tablets. They have a small socket at one end (or on the bottom depending on their orientation) which takes a particular type of plug, one that had not been invented when plug-in memory devices were first conceived so I am forced to dive into my box of old leads and connectors to see if I can botch up a solution. I have a single, slightly more modern SSD device, which I can connect to my tablet quite happily but at first they will not talk to each other. It takes much more experimentation with different leads before finally my tablet shows me the content on the device it is talking to, and I am presented at last with hundreds of files, pictures, emails, documents of all shapes and sizes. I find a comfortable chair to sit in and begin the long process of reviewing everything to decide what I want to keep and what I can delete. I am looking at history here, years of stuff filed away just in case it might be needed sometime in the future. It is as if the future has now arrived and I am trying to make the decisions I put off making all those years ago.

The whole process is tiresome and rather pointless as I shall probably never look again at what I am storing away. And if I did, the chances are that the technology will have changed again to create a new set of problems. Oh, then I get a message telling me that my online storage is nearly full and would I like to buy some more space. Once again I speculate on where in the world my data is being stored and how on earth we came to believe that every photograph taken by anyone with a mobile phone (used by 70.1% of the world's population) must be uploaded to a data centre when these things are in total consuming 1.5% of global electricity demand. We might try to limit our domestic energy consumption by switching off a light or turning the thermostat down a  degree or so but I cannot see anyone proposing a move towards moving and storing less personal data.

Having said all this I return to my box of old papers and wonder whether I should use the discarded stuff as a homemade firelighter or whether it might be better used as compost for the garden. Either solution will avoid simply throwing it away.