The No-Alternatives Lifestyle
(plus Still Singin' Them Old Digital Blues)
After another week – and another trip to the computer repair emporium which is thinking of adding another wing thanks to my generous and continuing patronage – I am back with another update. Hoping to get my computer back today for another test run. Sadly, the technicians – a bundle of them by now – have not been able to determine the cause of my computer’s erratic behavior. The last desperate measure of nuking everything and reinstalling the operating system then the painful happiness of reinstalling all the apps was also a resounding failure. Like Sherlock Holmes, I do not believe in supernatural causes to human problems. However, I am getting damn close. The ultimate solution is to replace hardware bits and pieces – motherboard, video card, memory, harddrive, etc. – one by one until we finally find the jinxed component. Testing at home over a period of time is the only way to know. That is, if it fails again, it wasn’t that piece of hardware. Sadly, like a broken relationship in which you cannot walk away entirely, I will probably never trust this computer completely.
But I will have my backup… and my son will have his computer back again, albeit provisionally. Why, you may ask, don’t I just buy a new computer? I could claim that I have so much time and money invested in this computer that I don’t want to walk away from it. At this point, however, I guess the honest answer is my ego.
Stay tuned. Further reports will be issued as events warrant. In the meantime, please consider relieving my computer-induced pain with a brief visit to my buy me a coffee page. Pity, consolation, and financial support will be gratefully received.
And now, back to our regularly scheduled expat-themed drivel. This week, I offer a novel solution designed to spectacularly not fit into our busy, multi-faceted, diversity-ridden lifestyles.
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The No-Alternatives Lifestyle
I am on a quest to identify the best elements contained in the popular image of country living – although much of that country life, in reality, belongs to an era now lost forever. Specifically, I am considering how can we find peace of mind and a sustainable lifestyle in a world that seems to be moving at an increasingly frantic pace. (What this means is that more and more people are becoming more and more crazy. Or, as my old math professor growled at me once in an entirely different context, “This old crap has got to stop.”)
I have long believed that our human body, adapted over hundreds of generations as hunter/gatherers, is simply not prepared to deal with the level of stimulation in today’s modern society. I want to reduce the amount of my stimulation and thus reduce the amount of my stress. One part of the solution comes from the Chinese scholar and writer Lin Yutang who advised us to “eliminate the non-essential”. Then, in an insightful article, my friend Liz Huber contributed her refinement when she proposed the Low-Communication, Low-Information Diet. (The name tells you all you need to know.)
I created my own variation of Liz’s concept. Because I am fortunate enough to be able to (somewhat) control my schedule and control how accessible I am digitally, I was able to implement an “offline til lunchtime” policy. This was a tremendous relief, although it is merely a variation of the old television husband’s tactic of “If they can’t find you, they can’t yell at you.” Thanks to air-gap technology, it was now impossible to reach me in the mornings. Immediately after implementing such a solution, I feel more peaceful since I am assured that I could not be interrupted.
But, somehow, for all the improvements this brought, it wasn’t quite the complete answer. Are you curious to know what I have identified as the missing element? Read on. Epiphany moment ahead.
Let me set the stage with three scenarios.
First scenario (an excerpt from a pre-pandemic blog post, my own Down at the Creek).
Sometime back in the 1960s or early ’70s, my grandfather arranged to have a bus brought down to the creek and placed on the very spot where the family had camped for years. Probably from the far-off city of St. Louis, this bus, retired after years of metropolitan duty, was destined to spend its next decades in rustic, rusting splendor on the banks of the Little Dry Fork. This was a huge, square, steel-bodied city bus. A distant relative of the M-60 tank, it was well suited for its new role of providing shelter and storage space for the coming years. Weatherproof, easily locked and secured, with rows of windows providing ample visibility and ventilation, Grandpa’s bus was the ultimate fishing cabin.
Decades later, it seems impossible to believe that I had free range of a stream where the only sounds on a hot summer afternoon might be a farmer on his tractor, maybe a mile away, or, far off in the distance, an eighteen-wheeler going through the gears on its way to the outside world. In the evening, the wind in the trees was the background music for squirrels leaping from one branch to another. Resting under those huge old trees at the edge of the creek, Grandpa’s bus represented all that was good and simple and enduring. I fondly remember what was surely the best fishing and camping spot in the whole world… down at the creek.
Second scenario (from American writer Gordon MacQuarrie in his literary creation the Old Duck Hunters Association, Inc.). “Mac” often wrote about his real-life cabin in northwest Wisconsin. Like Grandpa’s bus, the headquarters of the ODHA was quite primitive. No running water, no electricity, no telephone or television or tele-anything. Hence, no interruptions, no intrusions, and no complications from modern technology. Reading his stories is like turning your watch back 80 or 90 years.
Gordon MacQuarrie was a master at describing the rustic settings around his beloved cabin and the local rivers and surrounding area. “Peaceful and undeveloped” would be putting it mildly. He made that cabin the center of many stories. Even today, years after his death, those who enjoy his tales still travel to Wisconsin to fish the Brule River and see that log cabin on the Middle Eau Claire Lake. They make this pilgrimage to honor the man and the lifestyle he wrote about.
Third scenario: In 1947, Norwegian explorer Thor Heyerdahl and his crew sailed westward on a balsawood raft on the Pacific Ocean for three months, leaving from Peru in South America, heading for Polynesia. In mid-ocean, he wrote, “The weeks passed. We saw no sign either of a ship or of drifting remains to show that there were other people in the world. The whole sea was ours, and, with all the gates of the horizon open, real peace and freedom were wafted down from the firmament itself.”
Then, after 101 days at sea, they ran aground on Raroia, a tiny, unpopulated island. In his book, KON-TIKI: Across the Pacific by Raft, he makes Raroia sound like an island paradise, undisturbed, indeed undiscovered, by the rest of the world. Later, generations of youths had their images of the South Pacific shaped by his description of this lush tropical island. Today, you don’t have to imagine it; just watch a rerun of Gilligan’s Island.
So…
In my modern urban life, I sought to recreate that sense of isolation and removal in those three scenarios. Whenever my world became too crazy, too noisy, and the pace too frantic, I could visualize one of those places. They were my mental retreat, a sanctuary. Indeed, I wrote a lengthy section about reinventing a simple life, The 18th Floor Homestead. In that part, I took some of the best elements of a simple life as personified in the three scenarios and replicated those features. It is possible even if you live on the 18th floor of an apartment building in a large city.
Recently, however, I had an epiphany moment. I finally realized one of the most important features of each of these scenarios was not simply the lack of modern amenities. What was also missing was even the possibility of accessing those amenities. Now, that is true simplicity. As my friend Torgeir Higraff, who wrote a book about his drift voyage in a balsawood raft across the South Pacific wrote, “I could have answered that there was hardly any space left in the cabin, but the nice thing about the lack of alternatives is the lack of discussion.”
That was my A-ha Moment. The peace of mind for the people in each of these three scenarios came because they were not constantly being pulled in many directions by choices - alternatives, innumerable options, and subsequent series of further alternatives with accompanying decisions. As Torgeir observed, no alternatives means no discussions, which means no decisions. There was no stress from constantly being required to resist the temptation to choose a new direction. There were no alternatives, hence, no further decisions, hence no stress. Brilliant!
“No Alternatives” is the final step, the capstone in the structure of a peaceful life. Make a decision to adopt a specific lifestyle. Stick with it. Refuse to waste time and decision energy by constantly considering alternatives. As much as possible, eliminate those alternatives from your life. Exhibit A: Want to reduce the mental stress of completing a marathon-distance race? Simple. Just make a firm commitment that you are going to run, walk, or crawl if necessary until you cross the finish line. Nothing else will be on your mind. No consideration of quitting at the eleven-mile marker, no choosing another sport at 21 miles, no way of shortening the distance - no deviations from the plan. No internal discussions, no temptations… and no stress. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other. No alternatives will be considered. Lin Yutang and Hank Thoreau would be there at the finish line, pleased that you have heeded their admonitions. (Probably Liz and Mac and Torgeir and Thor also.)
The no-alternatives lifestyle. This may mean making a major, life-changing decision like becoming an expat, or adopting a healthier lifestyle with a sustainable balance of exercise and nutrition, or committing to the training that will open the door to new career opportunities, or resuming piano lessons and taking it seriously this time. Successfully implementing such a decision means eliminating alternatives and the accompanying endless pesky self-doubt and constant recycling of discussions. It worked quite well for Forrest Gump. His mind was too simple to imagine alternatives. So he focused exclusively on one thing until he mastered it.
I will end with a quote from my own website’s homepage: “It is one thing,” said Telamon of Arcadia, a mercenary soldier in ancient times, “to study war and another to live the warrior’s life.” What kind of life do you want? Consider the No-Alternatives lifestyle. Choose something – anything – then focus entirely on that one thing and see if you don’t eliminate virtually all the stress in your life. It’s that simple.
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And there you have it, close to the ultimate solution. Tune in next week for the final key to tie it all together. In the meantime, while you wait with bated breath, please consider unbating long enough to make a coffee pledge at my Buy Me A Coffee page.