The technology gods are conspiring against me. I’m out of it. (My family has been saying this about me for years. *g*) My cell phone tells me I’ve opened too many windows and won’t let me read or respond, the condo we’ve rented for two months has wireless connections only intermittently—and yes, I’ve tried waking up at 3:30 AM to see those magic bars—nope—my personal website was hacked and has been down for weeks, and as you read this, I’m on a cruise and probably not fighting for a seat in the Internet Lounge. I haven’t tweeted, blogged or Facebooked. Do I still exist?
I’ve tried to embrace the freedom of being untethered. I’ve still got my new pink laptop, and I still open up my work in progress every morning. It’s inconvenient that I can’t look up the gestational cycle of horses (don’t ask), but I’m managing without my link to the OED. At some point I might have to force myself into a Starbucks even though I don’t drink coffee. I’ve got guest blogs I’ve got to send and I don’t want those bars to conk out mid-transaction.
So, I’m going Old School. I haven’t started twitching yet, but there’s February to get through yet. Thank goodness it’s a short month.
How about you? Could you go on an Internet diet? Too bad I’m not losing weight, just my mind.
We get so used to the age of electronics we take it for granted but I too just came off of an Internet diet. I pulled a real no no recently when I held a glass of Pepsi and my hand jerked and the whole glass spilled over my keyboard and dripped into the tower. I’ve now been bane ad watched like a hawk when I approach the computer to make sure there’s nothing in the way of drink and/or food in my hands. lol lol
At first I thought “no big deal” but after a month I was ready to lose it. lol lol Hope you’re enjoying your cruise.
Carol L
Lucky4750 (at aol (dot) com
Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to completely unplug–internet, cellphone, cable TV–all of it. I think I could like the silence. It would give room for more creative thoughts, for more reading, more conversations with friends and family.
I actually did move the TV into the garage one summer when our kids were little. We played board games, went for more walks, read aloud and just plain lived our lives instead of watching others live theirs. I loved it. The only reason the TV came back into the house was the start of NFL. The DH needed his football.