In which I become technologically lame

(What does this picture have to do with this post? Nothing. Think of it as a mental pallet cleanser.)


Let me start off by announcing that my cell phone became a phonesicle, but it still worked. However it has been MIA since last Saturday. So, if you are trying to reach me, please use email.

I have, thus, spent the last week partly unplugged and, much to my surprise, loved it. When was the last time you left the house without a cell phone? Do you remember what it was like to just exist in the world without spending every spare second calling, texting or playing a cell phone game?

I do. It was glorious! Without the phone-mistress to tempt me, I spent my time just existing.

So I've been thinking about my other techno-ties and wondering what else might trap me more than expand my horizons.

I'm talking about you, Twitter. And don't look so smug, Facebook, I'm talking about you, too; your status updates are just less aptly-named tweets.

Sure, I could catalog my every waking thought for all the world to see. But who is going to read it? And would my life be enhanced by the practice? Twitter seems like an overflow of information to me, particularly for bloggers.

To me, there are two kinds of stories, the kinds meaty enough to blog (or write, or tell someone) about, and those too small or insignificant or with too limited an interested audience to blog. So twitter either robs blogs of good content, or is created from blog waste — the soy pulp of the internet, if you will. I like the challenge and formality of blogging.

And so that is why I haven't tweeted. Feel free to convince me otherwise.

I should note it took me a long time to hop on the blog train because I liked the formality of institutional journalism. So, who knows, I may be tweeting before you know it.