This is Ludd Club, an enterprise dedicated to getting us offline, into the world, in a physical visceral way.
About four years ago, I started writing a short story about a bunch of teenagers who start a club of Neo-Luddites in an effort to extricate themselves from the insidious influences of social media, and online life. I was so excited about this idea that I actually bought the LuddClub.org domain (ironic, I know) in order to maybe start some sort of visceral experience appreciation group.
And then life happened, as it does.
A few weeks ago, I came across this New York Times article, and it felt like maybe I was onto something.
So, I’ve revived the idea. Maybe we don’t have to be teenagers.
Maybe we meet. Maybe once a month? Maybe we stick our phones in Faraday pouches, don’t take any pictures, and maybe we make something together. Maybe bread, or something fun or practical, with technology that doesn’t rot our brains and enfeeble our social skills.
What do you think?