Radio, Rats, B.F. Skinner (Pandora): a descent into madness

7093991205_700c7fb58f_bAm I just a rat in a Skinner Box?

Those who have taken an intro to psych course will have to have heard of the tale of the rat in the box — the one with electrodes jammed into his brain in the part called the “pleasure center,” hooked to a switch he could push. He liked pushing the lever so much that he never ate food or drank water — just sat by the lever, and tapped at it, over and over.

Till he died.

I’m not quite a Luddite. I’m not one who feels that he needs tons of gadgets around at all times, but I don’t think I’m scared of technology, either. I mean, I do have a blog on this newfangled Internet thing. But I think I’d be lying if I said I was never part-wary of any new means of dispersal for new information.

What I’m trying to say is: Pandora has murdered my brain.

That’s all I’m really trying to say. Continue reading