I had an interesting thought while listening to some classical music on the radio (yes, I listen to classical; you wanna fight about it?). Imagine, for a moment, that you are me. Yes, yes, I know I am a handsome beast, but please tear your eyes away from the mirror for a second while I tell you about this thought experiment. Since you are presently me, you spent last night lying in bed, with the lights dimmed to half, listening to the soothing melodies of REO Speedwagon on your iPod.
Imagine now that a time traveler from the Renaissance suddenly materialized upon the floor next to you. Think of just how much explaining you would have to do to this person. First of all, it's night time. You would have to explain light bulbs. You would have to explain dimmers. Heck, you might even need to explain electricity. Since he is a time traveler, none of this is common knowledge. You need to explain every minute detail of how electricity is made, how it travels, and how it generates light.
Next comes the iPod. How do you even begin to explain that? It's a small device that generates noise. Not just any noise, but REO Speedwagon! You would have to explain REO Speedwagon! All of this traveler's past experiences would have been with live music. Those earbuds that focus sound directly into your ears are completely foreign to him, almost magical.
All over the room are my bookshelves. While the printing press probably isn't anything new to this Renaissance time traveler, some of the books clearly are (particularly in my library). None of the authors were around for the Renaissance: Michael Crichton, Terry Pratchett, JK Rowling... well, maybe Shakespeare. Let us not even get into manga. I'm sure even this time traveler would blush at such illustrated smut.
Next comes my CD rack. Granted, they don't get much use since I got my iPod, but they would still require some explanation. Just think of how complicated this thing is. You can't get away with a simple, "you put it in this thing that spins it really fast and makes music come out." You would have to go into plastics, lasers, computers... oh gods, computers. I'd sooner murder the time traveler than subject myself to that line of questioning.
Okay, you can stop pretending to be me now. Go ahead and pretend to be yourself for a little while and think what you would do in this sort of situation. Don't just settle for a Renaissance person, either. Pick any time period you want. Go wild!








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