Last week, I started an experiment. I wanted to know what it would feel as if it was 1993 again. That year was the internet and Windows 95 and the tail end of the analog era just before the first dot com bubble. I was a child then, so I remembered something how things were. But can I still work in that world today?

For a week, I lived without modern technology until it was absolutely not necessary for work and emergency situations. I took a dishman, scored a paper planner, and made phone calls instead of texting. It was chaotic at first, but by the time all this was over, it was strangely calmed. It was told here how my week went away.

Woke up like normal. Wait, no, I did not. My phone alarm did not stop, because I no longer had a smartphone. They were not invented. I was late. Got up, ran around, fed my children and dressed and went to school.

I completely forgot what I was going to do next because I had no reminder or even A. CalendarBy this point, I was thinking that perhaps I should have set a little predetermined before starting this experiment.

Thankfully, I actually lived through 1993 once before, as a child, but at least I knew what to see. Tracking a working discoveman was not an easy achievement, however. Thrift stores had a bunch, almost all broke. I finally found one that worked well with some CDs: Alice in Chains, Red Hot Chile Papers, and Ekka of Bass.

For those who never used one, a disconet is a portable CD player about the size of a paperback novel. When you walk, it eats AA battery, and a museum looks like artwork. I usually stream music from YouTube music, but for this week, I had to rely on the physical disc.

I also caught a blue like penant celebrating my two back-to-back world series win in 1992 and 1993.

In the 90s, the media killed separately

Discman was delicate and the AA battery was almost dry as soon as I could swap them. I had to recharge them overnight. Yes, I used recharged, so I think I cheated a little. Until I stood perfectly, the discoveman was also incredibly hurry.

Was not there podcast In the 90s, so I replaced those people for about a minute with AM talk radio, and then switched to FM. It did not seem strange what to hear on demand, but it was also free. It was a less thing that I needed to worry about.

Apparently, I used my Xbox to play DVD which I borrowed from the library. No one had VHS, and I could not even find a VHS player at other hand shops, so we had to compromise for DVD. But by going to the library with her children, lifting some films brought back a deep indifference to the blockbuster. My children also had the same enthusiasm as I remember, so it was a total victory. So every day was watching The Simpassons, like when I was a teenager.

I had to rebuild the spirit of having a landline phone. We do not have a landline here in the Dressure Home, so I flipped my trusted Redmaizic 10 Pro On a table in the hallway and it became our defacto home phone. It was strange. Every time I wanted to contact someone, I had to walk in the hallway and pick it up, like I used to do it with a family phone on the kitchen wall in the 90s.

I forced myself to make a phone call instead of sending a message to myself, an incident that surprised a friend of mine when her phone rang and I was at the other end. This can be the first time I have ever called her, despite knowing her for years.

Discman began skipping on one of my daily jogs like Mad, which turned into a slow walk. For some reason, it began to do this work, where once it began to skip, it never stopped. I found that I had to take out the CD and put it back to reset it. I will take an ipod on it, but I will have to wait for another ten years.

Without my Fastmail calendar Or Todist, I was lost. My first two days were a piece, although till Wednesday, I already had a habit of not having a message or social media. It was surprisingly refreshed, to be honest. I also solved the problem of my work management by picking up a day -long planner from the dollar store. I felt that I would use it for only one week, so Splizing had no meaning.

This required initial self-discipline. There were no push notifications or smartwatches, so I had to check the planner several times every day. Everything was manual. By adding events, I used to take the kind of thoughtful accuracy that I had completely forgotten. It was more work, but I found that it helped me focus. Writing the tasks by hand made them feel real, and I think they remember better, as well.

Thursday: Sending postcards in the old way

I was hovering through my week till Thursday. I was surprisingly not ill with Alice in chain or bass ace. It would be good to separate on some more CDs, but I decided not to spend too much money on it.

I also sent a postcard to a friend living in Alberta on the other side of my country in Ottawa. I sent it as a joke. A real life postcard. I also went and bought a stamp for everything else. Generally, I would have sent her a meme or GIF to RCS or Messenger, but those things were not present in 1993. Very poor Canada Post, our national mail carriers then went on strike. In the 90s, I did not expect a quick answer anyway.

I have deteriorated for sports in the modern era, because when I downloaded a copy of the original Sid Meer civilizations and removed it, I was afraid. Graphics are practically neoliberate. The options are basic as anything. I realized how far We have come in gaming,

I play on a modern PC or an Xbox series x nowadays, or strap my search 2 on my head and play golf when I feel inspired. I am used for detailed graphics, beam effects, spacious story and high frimits. None of the sports was in 1993! And yet I remember playing civilization, wolfenstein and laming for hours at a time.

What did i learn from a low-technical week

The day ended and with him, the week of my stay in 1993. I realized how little some things have changed. For example, microwaves, fridge, food and other equipment were very similar. But life was definitely slow and calm in 1993. This experiment reminded me how many times I rely on modern technology to fill every passive moment. Leaving it for a week made me more and more temporarily present at the moment.

I heard the entire albums instead of a playlist. I missed the plans. I talked to people on the phone and laughed with my children. This kind of goods matters.

Would I do it again? Sure. Would I recommend it? Maybe, especially if you feel overwhelmed by life. Just do a little bit of a little bit and some of the bass to the drain.