Monthly Archives: October 2013

Week 2 of social media hiatus

Report from Week 2 of the social media hiatus (for those dwindling few who care – SM’s sorta like karma that way, you gotta give to get back): I am no longer processing my thought in terms of status updates, which I think is good. Writing progress has not necessarily picked up, though. There were definitely times when broiling in a stew of tweets and status updates got me going on writing, and I was doing all of them at once. And I miss knowing what’s going on with lots and lots of you. Pretty much everyone I haven’t either unfollowed or hidden from my FB feed, you rock.

However, I do feel that I am reclaiming some sovereignty over over my own brainspace. That’s the thing about SM. It’s so passive. You log on and 5 minutes later you’re all outraged, or jealous, or saddened, or euphoric, or whatever. Point is, you cede control over your own state of mind and hand it over to randomness. You could argue that the whole internet works that way (or even that life works that way), but the effect sure is heightened on SM.

I am instituting a new rule, though: whenever I want to click away from work to browsing SM, I have to stand up (like I am doing now). I think that will help limit it.

I got on Facebook back in fall 2008. At the time I saw it as the end of an era and I think I was right. To quote myself:

Got on Facebook a week ago. Been pondering and palpitating upon people whose names haven’t pattered across my brainpan in years. Very exciting to reconnect, as it were, and in some cases outright wonderful. In one week my sample size of folks Living An American Life has increased something like 1500%. Considering that I’m soon to be Living An American Life myself, this is great fodder for the possibilities.

But I confess to a sense of loss. One of the pleasures of expatriate life has been its great remoteness. To hear only vague rumors of life back home. To know as little or much as I wanted, when I wanted, via a few mouseclicks or in prehistoric times, a newspaper. To be free of Mother Culture incessantly twanging my synapses. I’ve come to relish my isolation, where I could focus exclusively on the contents of my own mind or, more recently, the workings of my own family.

When I first lived in Japan I lacked car, phone, internet, and a single English-speaking neighbor. I was ecstatic at the immense freedom of such solitude. Ranks as one of the finest periods of my life. Seems like I’ve been trying to recapture it ever since. For a while I wasn’t sure I would ever stop trying.Living back home for a year didn’t do it. I hid out in a college town with a supply of books and cheap vodka before retreating across the pond. Getting married didn’t do it. There were 600 guests at my wedding but 587 of them were villagers, the other 13 blood relations or very close friends. Working for a multinational corporation didn’t do it. I turned down a promotion and quit. But having a kid sure did.

The scioness deserves her chance to join the world. Being a recluse father hiding out in a village hermitage hunched over manuscripts isn’t the best I can do. So. We’re going home. (My home. Not the wife’s.)

This week on Facebook only confirms what I first tacitly admitted with this blog and going home will complete: I’m a part of the world again, if you will. No longer padding my own cocoon. It’s good to be back. But I expect to be looking over my shoulder for a long while yet.

I feel like I got my mind back

Among other things, after a week with no Facebook, Twitter, or Reddit, I’m having really vivid dreams. I read books for hours straight (well, as many straight hours as is possible with a 2 and a 6-year old in the house.) I got a lot of writing done, and I experienced virtually no jealousy or outrage. In short, I sort of feel like I got my mind back. I highly recommend it.

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Yessir, it ain’t all gloom out there. Good folks abound.

Farmers finish harvest for one who can’t

 

 

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