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When Cars Drive You
1. Think Locally Develop a list of any features of your own region (e.g., geography, climate) that could present a special challenge to designers of futuristic automobiles. For each feature, offer some suggestions (perhaps including hand-drawn diagrams or other illustrations) on how designers might meet the challenges.
2. Appreciate Writing Style Scan the article and notice the techniques the author uses to make the writing exciting and energetic. List as many techniques as you can, considering such things as word choice, sentence structure, and use of images and examples.
3. Write a Similar Article Using the style and structure of "When Cars Drive You" as a model, write your own article (it can be fictional) about something that interests you (e.g., travel, the workplace, the home, entertainment, education). Begin by presenting a future scenario in the present tense, and then end the article with an overview of current research (either real or imaginary) that might eventually make the scenario a reality.
Before you read, with one or two other students, brainstorm a wish list for the car of the future.
As you read, jot down any questions and ideas that the article suggests.
It's 2050, and one quintessential American passion has withstood the test of time: we like to drive. So you decide to hit the open road and cruise across country. First you must unplug your car from your house. That's right: cars now run on electric fuel cells, those hydrogen-powered devices found only in rockets back in the 20th century. Your fuel cell throws off so much juice that it can fill the electrical needs of both home and car. Or, as Pete Beardmore, director of Ford's research lab, describes it: "Your car becomes the brain stem for controlling your house." (You'll have a home backup system when you take a trip.)
You ease into your personalized driver's seat--which in a crash whisks you out of harm's way, eliminating the need for airbags--and you grab hold of the joystick. Steering wheels and pedals have gone the way of the buggy whip. All the movements of your car--accelerating, turning, braking--are now controlled by a joystick familiar to generations weaned on computer games. Consider it a giant mouse to point and drive your car. You weave through traffic with confidence. And why not? Your car is programmed with special radar to sense a crash before it happens and automatically it the brakes. That frees you to respond to e-mail, but your hand never leaves the joystick. In a friendly voice, your car reads your e-mail and you dictate replies.
Suddenly an ear-splitting warning erupts inside your car and your seat begins to vibrate. The biofeedback sensor in your dashboard has measured your pupils and determined that you are getting drowsy. Alerted by this cattle-prod safety feature, you merge into the "nap lane." You lay a course on your satellite-guided navigation system, flip the autopilot switch and hop into the back seat to sink into a deep slumber. The driving is left to a car that can read a road embedded with computer chips.
This is not science fiction or fantasy. Right now, automakers are spending billions researching all of these futuristic features. General Motors tested an "intelligent highway" in California that allows cars to be driven on autopilot. DaimlerChrysler outfits prototype cars with joysticks and finds that many drivers operate them better than steering wheels. Every carmaker in the world is rushing to replace the internal-combustion engine with fuel cells. And satellite-navigation systems that talk to you are already on the road. In fact, today's cars have more computing power than the Apollo 11 moon shot. Not too far down the road, it will be hard to tell whether you or your car is in the driver's seat.
The CIRCA To see the future, auto designer Greg Howell took a peek into the past. The spare, industrial look of the CIRCA--a product of Detroit's Center for Creative Studies--is inspired by the streamlined locomotives of the 1930s. Yet this car is packed with futuristic features, such as a system that controls the car with electronic impulses instead of gears.
Design: The low-slung silhouette cuts down on drag Seats: Each has its own suspension for a smoother ride; adjusts for occupants' weight Interior: Air ducts in the rear doors allow for better ventilation Tires: Skinny tires strapped to big aluminum wheels are engineered to 'run flat' even if they are punctured
The cockpit: CIRCA's interior mixes high tech with fun. The center console snaps out and serves as a cooler, and the jet throttle-like lever above the console controls the electronic gearshift. There's an on-board computer with liquid crystal display, and a specially tinted windshield keeps the interior climate controlled.
Features of the future: Part home office, part home theater, cars will comply with our voice commands to send e-mail or check stocks--while the kids play videogames in the back seat. But auto futurists say that this won't make the roads more hazardous: cars will have collision-avoiding radar for drivers who get distracted. Here's a look at some of the other new auto technologies:
Night vision: Perfect for baby boomers' failing eyesight, Cadillac already offers this feature on its 2000 DeVille ($1,995 extra). Using gulf war infrared technology, drivers can see up to five times farther than with headlights alone. The infrared image is projected close to the outer edge of the hood, which keeps the drivers' eyes focused on the road.
Joy ride: A joystick might replace steering wheels, as well as brake and gas pedals. In tests, drivers brake quicker with joysticks.
Living Life to the Max
"Suddenly I had to rewrite a whole chapter in my life."
1. Write a letter to Dennis Shappa in which you compare his experience with setting goals and overcoming obstacles with your own experiences in these areas. Offer him encouragement as he continues to strive toward his goals.
2. a) Find evidence in the article to show who its intended audience is.
b) Rewrite the paragraph starting “The new perspective and inner strength…” to make it suitable for publication in a national newspaper. Make changes to the content, style, and tone as you see fit.
Summer sun blazes down on Arctic Bay, drenching the bay and its circling hills in radiance, throwing the whole scene into some kind of postcard-perfect visual overdrive. Backpackers lag their steps, gape at the view and count their travel dollars well spent. Dennis Shappa, who lives there--but never takes the view for granted, not for one minute--throws back his head and laughs. It's the laugh of an exuberant young man who loves life, has big goals and every year gets closer to them.
Six years ago, to the month, there was no laughter. "It happened in summer, 1992," he says. "Suddenly I had to rewrite a whole chapter in my life."
They found Dennis unconscious on the floor of the Northern Store, felled by a brain aneurism that didn't quite kill him, but certainly seemed to have done the next best thing. It robbed him of short-term memory. "Even three years ago, I still had to write everything down. Everything! 'Have your shower, brush your teeth,' things like that."
After initial treatment in the south, Dennis came home and attempted to return to high school "I couldn't do it. I had headaches like a sledgehammer to the head every 10 seconds, and I was very depressed. I couldn't even breathe, I felt so sorry for myself." I look at this relaxed, genial young man who has climbed mountains I can't even imagine, and I ask how he did it, how he got past the anger
"Well, the nurse at the clinic gave me Prozac for a while. That got me through the dark season. And I ran! I ran and I ran and I ran. And I wrote lots of letters and poems. That gave me an outlet." But, I push, you could have given up.
"After the accident, I had a whole new perspective. Also, my mother is a very spiritual person. I think she's the source of my strength."
The new perspective, and the inner strength, made Dennis someone who said Yes to life's possibilities. Further rehab in the south taught him to be well-organized. Yes. Books and writing, which he'd always avoided, suddenly beckoned. Yes. High school was out, but adult education was available, with instructor Barry Tibbett, right there in Arctic Bay. Yes. He could still plan and work toward a career. Yes!!
"They tested me and I entered at the 120 level, which is the equivalent of Grade 12. Now I've finished the 130 level and I'll start on 140 this fall. I need a 150 level to get into the Nunavut Teachers Education Program--that's my goal. I want to be a teacher. Not surprisingly, Dennis wins the best attendance award each year. "One hundred per cent last year!" And he flashes a huge grin.
This year, finally, Barry Tibbett is retiring from his work with Arctic College. Dennis' face clouds for a moment, measuring the loss of the man who has been friend and instructor, who encouraged and believed in him from the start. (And helped him become proud owner of seat F5-408 from the old Montreal Forum, but that's another story.) Then he brightens again. "But now Kathy's coming back to town as instructor and I'll be working with her I'm looking forward to that."
They already know each other. Kathy Okpik Ogallak (daughter of the acclaimed and much-missed Abe and Rose Okpik) lived in Arctic Bay before moving with husband and family to Nanisivik for five years. "Dennis has come such a long way," she says. "And he's so much fun. We always tease each other."
Laughter is certainly part of Dennis' recipe for building a new life. So is hard work. "I carry my daytimer everywhere. I don't have to write down the basics anymore, but I still need it to keep myself organized. See? There's your name for this afternoon. And I have to read things over and over, more than most people."
In fact, keeping busy is at the heart of Dennis' message to others with disabilities, especially those now at the depressed and overwhelmed stage that he went through years ago. "Don't give up hope, keep being strong, pray to God. Work hard at your therapy, and keep busy. Don't just sit and feel sorry for yourself! Do something. Volunteer somewhere. When I was on the waiting list for adult ed, I volunteered at the school. And I tell the elders, if ever you need help, call me. I'm glad to do it. If it weren't for the elders, where would we be?"
He also has a message for anyone who sometimes feels shy or awkward around someone with a disability. "Don't be afraid of us. Treat us like your brother or sister And--be sure to include this, It's very important--don't take advantage of us." He explains how so-called friends did take advantage of him at first. It's a reminder that we owe justice to people with disabilities, as well as ordinary friendship.
Dennis lives the busy life he urges on others. School, volunteer work, some seasonal work this spring at the Nanisivik Mine (earning high praise), lots of reading through the N.W.T. library service (books arrive with return postage paid), and his own output of letters and poems.
One of those poems, written after the road accident death of a little boy in town, seems to sum it all up Life Is So Precious is the title, and it says, in part:
Observe everything around you
Take care of things that you've been putting aside saying you'll do them later
Maybe there won't be a later.
Just try and be nice to people and hope for the best for you and people around you.
It concludes: "And live life to the MAX."
Just like Dennis Shappa.
1. What words in this selection help you understand what Tom Green is like? Identify words used by the author to describe Green, words used by Green to describe himself, and words used by others to describe him. What are some words you would use to describe Tom Green?
2. Write a couple of paragraphs that explains whether you think that Green's comedy has more appeal to teenagers than to older people and why.
3. Think about a time when it was important for you to resist doing what someone else wanted you to do. Describe the situation explain how you solved the problem. Do you think you did the right thing?
As he tiptoed in through the back door of his parents' house, it took a moment for Tom's eyes to adjust to the darkness. Navigating a path around the kitchen furniture, he made his way soundlessly into the living room, and, stopping midstride, peered into the darkness for signs of life. Glancing down the first-floor corridor that led to his parents' bedroom, he breathed a sigh of relief as nobody stirred. Everyone was still sound asleep. He'd managed to sneak in past curfew again after another summer evening of kamikaze skateboarding with his friends. Taking off his sneakers and leaving them on the living room floor, he quietly descended the back stairs to deposit his skateboard in the rec room. "One, two, three, four," he said to himself, mentally calculating how many hours' sleep he could get in before his parents got up for work. "That's plenty of time:' Sneaking into his disheveled bedroom he switched on the small lamp in the corner. He stumbled through the piles of clothes, skateboarding stuff, and music equipment littering the floor and flopped limply down on the bed. Rolling over, he grabbed his clock from the bedside table and set the alarm for 6 a.m. He pulled the comforter up over his body and drifted off to sleep.
It felt like only a few moments before 6 a.m. arrived. On cue, the blaring alarm clock signaled the dawn of a new day. Tom silenced the annoying ring with a smack. A moment later he bolted upright and stared at the ceiling, listening intently for footsteps from overhead. Silence. Absolute silence. Throwing the covers on the floor, Tom grabbed a pillow from the bed and a T-shirt from the pile of laundry scattered on the floor and then rushed for the basement stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible and looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching him. Satisfied he was alone, Tom pushed aside the retractable door hiding the opening under the stairs. He stuffed himself into the damp crawl space and closed the door softly behind him. Alone in the tiny quarters, he nestled his head into the pillow and drifted off to sleep with a goofy, self-satisfied smile on his face. His parents would never find him there. He was safe for another day from their threat of forced summer employment. He would make it his full-time job to spend the summer outsmarting them and avoiding doing any real labor. There was no way he was going to spend his teen years working at some mind-numbing job. He had bigger plans and his parents were just going to have to accept it, or else try to find him. Either way it was more exciting than scouring the want ads.
"I just wanted to spend my summer skateboarding and they were really kind of strict about, like, getting jobs," Tom said, recalling his childhood during one interview. "They really wanted me to work." Tom's parents had bigger career goals for their eldest son. They weren't too keen on his plans to spend the summer lounging around their Beacon Hill home or wasting his days skateboarding. As soon as June rolled around, Richard and Mary Jane began their ritual pleas for Tom to get a job. "Every summer they'd wake me up every morning at 7 a.m.," said Tom, thinking back to those mornings as a IS-year-old kid trying to outsmart his parents. "And I'd been out skateboarding till 3 a.m. the night before. It was crazy. The scenes in the morning were crazy when I was a kid."
When the Greens finally realized their pleas for Tom to obtain gainful employment were being ignored, they decided to try a new approach. If reasoning with him wasn't going to work, they'd have to retaliate at his own level. Before the pair left for the office they'd creep into Tom's bedroom and hover over his sleeping body, waiting for just the right moment to strike. One would stand at the foot of the bed, ready to yank the covers off the sleeping lump, while the other would be poised at the center ready with a jug of water. In one quick motion the covers would go flying across the room and Tom would jump from the bed just as the cold liquid splashed against his bare stomach. Howling with the agony of a wounded seal, Tom, now cold and soaking wet, vowed to get even with his parents. This meant war! In fact, it only took a few early morning wake-ups before he devised a plan of his own. There was no way he was going to let them have the upper hand. He started eluding them by finding strategic places around the house where he could hide from their disruptions to his beauty sleep. He'd make little sleeping areas behind the furnace or under the basement stairs, then set his alarm for 6 a.m., when he'd sneak into his makeshift bed and fall back to sleep until he heard his parents leave for work. "That's eventually what I had to resort to doing," Tom laughed. "Then I'd go back to my bed and sleep until noon."
The cat-and-mouse games, both Tom and his parents have confessed, lasted for most of Tom's teen years. The stunts changed daily, as did the score. On occasions when Tom was the victor, he'd claim he "broke them in 'cause they finally realized they weren't going to get me" to work that way." Those times when his parents came out on top he'd end up skateboarding down the streets of Ottawa searching for summer employment. "I did get jobs," he confessed. "I did always end up working at some crazy construction job 'cause my dad would make me go find a job in construction."
Knowing that from an early age Tom had a mind and personality of his own, Richard Green was constantly trying to convince him to learn a trade. "So I'd spend the whole summer knocking asbestos out of ceilings," Tom said, chuckling to himself. "He was in the military and he wanted me to do something like working in a carpentry shop carving wood." But hammering nails or fixing a leaky kitchen faucet wasn't exactly what Tom had in mind. If he was going to get a job, it was going to have to be something creative and entertaining. The answer came with a simple phone call- telemarketing, of course. Contracted by an Ottawa company, Tom said he spent the summer days doing telephone sales. Well, sort of. "I always ended up working in telemarketing 'cause I'd get to do crank calls all day," Tom said. What actually happened, without anyone even knowing it, was that Tom was using his job experiences as a training ground for his comedy. He was developing some very crafty schemes, especially where his parents were concerned - an invaluable skill in his future career.
Logged On to the Guy Next Door
1. Discuss Ideas Write about how the local e-mail list described in this article could be adapted to your own school community. What benefits might result? What disadvantages might there be?
2. Respond Personally Answer the following in one or two paragraphs: Would you have been interested in being part of the Netville research project? Why or why not?
3. Hold a Debate Agree or disagree with the following statement: "By reducing the need for face-to-face contact, technologies such as e-mail are diminishing our collective social skills."
Before you read, talk about your own experiences with meeting strangers through e-mail and chat rooms. Have they been mainly positive or negative?
As you read, think about whether and how any of the ideas presented could be used in a school community.
The view of Internet fanatics as antisocial loners is being seriously undermined by research on a Toronto suburb where computers linked neighbours—and made them more neighbourly.
Not only did families in this wired community get to know more of their neighbours, but they talked over the phone and visited each other more often than a control group of nonwired families.
Dubbed Netville by researchers, the neighbourhood was wired with a super high-speed computer network. In a community of 109 homes, 64 were wired together.
The network was tricked-up with all kinds of toys, including an online jukebox, videophones, and direct access to health-care professionals. But a local e-mail list service was by far the most utilized feature, said University of Toronto researcher Keith Hampton, who lived in Netville for two years of the three-year study.
"The irony in this research was twofold," says Hampton, a sociologist and Edmonton native. "First, these people had a wonderful broadband network, but used the lowest band application, e-mail. Secondly, the Internet is supposed to be a global communications medium, but it actually connects people on this very local level."
In Netville, people posted e-mail to a list service, which distributed the posting to all the wired homes. New neighbours were easily brought into the fold with information exchanges on such mundane topics as where to find good local pizza. The Internet acted as a community-wide icebreaker, said Hampton.
"Yes, these people were inside their houses, yes they were sitting at their computers, but what they were not doing was isolating themselves," says Hampton.
Modern lifestyles and modern communities are isolating as it is and create all sorts of barriers to social interaction, he says.
Just walking up to a new neighbour's door is a social challenge.
"You have to pass all these barriers in terms of fences and steps and then knock on that door and say 'Hi, I'm a complete stranger from next door'," says Hampton.
A local e-mail list service allows even shy people to communicate easily, at everyone's convenience.
Neighbours in Netville quickly found out about each others hobbies, kids, occupations—what academics call social capital—via the Net. The computer link also facilitated collective and political action, says Hampton. People organized buying co-ops and a baby-sitting network and debated a local teachers' strike. They also organized strategies for dealing with complaints against the neighbourhood developer.
Hampton won't name the community, but previous press accounts identified it as a suburb near Newmarket.
When the study concluded in early 1999, the wired neighbourhood even banded together to try and keep the technology provided by a consortium of private and government interests.
Some other wired communities are being developed in Seattle and California. Telus is part of Toronto's CityPlace, billed as the most technologically advanced neighbourhood in Canada. It will provide high-speed Internet access to all residents, including Web-camera building security.
But, the final irony about the lessons from Netville is that the most popular option, a neighbourhood e-mail list, might not be commercially viable, according to Hampton.
Why? There are some privacy issues to overcome, as well as trying to identify a neighbourhood's true boundaries.
But, more important, any neighbourhood or group can simply go onto an Internet site, such as eGroups (www.egroups.com) and establish its own e-mail list service, for free.
In fact, that's exactly what the residents of Netville did when their fancy computer network was removed.
Facts about Netville neighbours linked by a local high-speed computer network:
- Recognized three times as many neighbours and talked to twice as many as their nonwired counterparts.
- Made five times as many local phone calls as the nonwired folk.
- Knew more of their neighbours living elsewhere in the suburb, rather than just close neighbours.
- Organized more social events with neighbours, such as parties and barbecues.
- Collectively organized to purchase goods and protest housing concerns.
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