My grandfather used to read the morning paper. My father would watch the evening news. They would each have a scotch after dinner. Imagine if we increased our consumption of alcohol proportionally to our increase in media. Is it Real Time or Steal Time?
Many of my dearest friends and family members are too busy. They don’t have any free time. They spend so much energy on electronic media, that they have forgotten how to communicate face to face. There is just too much ground-breaking news, too many deals to close, too much information to absorb, and if you missed that split second when it was announced, well…
There have been recent studies that claim you spend more time on social media when you are depressed. I state the opposite is true. I believe social media causes depression, the way overeating causes diabetes.
Sometimes you just need to lift your head. Look around you. Look up, look down. See the piece of gum on the sidewalk before you step on it.
I have been seeing a lot of Yelp bashing recently by those associated with FourSquare and Gowalla. It seems like spoiled children screaming at their mother. I would like to see them ‘check-in’ to reality. The Geo-Location fad is cool, but one of them better create real value.
One young lady said something to me that I will never forget. She offered that it would be a great opportunity for social stalkers to track her real world location. Apparently, there are some ‘friends’ you don’t want showing up.
I have been asked what it was like to be off the grid for a few years. The question is simple to answer. I cleansed my mind the way quitting smoking cleanses one’s body.
I had a phone, but limited my email, text and internet. I refused to watch TV, listen to the radio or read a newspaper (well as minimal as modern times will allow). Basically, family and close friends only. A campout with sketchy wifi service.
At first I thought I was missing everything. As it turned out, I missed nothing. I did, however lose something. My negativity.
It is really tough to get me angry these days. Shocking I know. Not that I have lost any passion. Actually it’s the reverse. I am even more alive.
It made me understand the bliss of the old world, the face-to-face conversations, to drink homemade lemonade, cook all day, play analog games, be a neighbor, learn a culture, grow a garden, paint a picture, write a song, crank a guitar, tell a story, train a dog, raise children.
Brand messages could not reach me. Can I tell you a secret? I have not seen a commercial on TV, or an ad on the net, for anything I want or need yet. Not too many shows worth the time either.
I do feel like a pop moron though. Friends talk about these communal events that occurred, and I don’t know much about them. I could bump into a Cowell, or the Goslin’s, or a @biz, and not recognize them. It has become quite a novelty.
I discovered the news I needed to through word of mouth. Generally in a timely manner. Ok, maybe a day late, or in some cases weeks, but nothing that really affected me. Nothing I could have changed.
Yes, there were some financial consequences. Time to reinvent myself once more. Have been doing it all my life. I truly feel privileged.
My father told me about the circles of life. One circle within the other. The inner circle symbolizes the things in life you can control, the outer circle the things you can not. The objective in life is to make your inner circle as large as possible.
From Brooklyn, I was driving up to Westchester to pick up my daughter. Along the way I suddenly realized I had forgotten my phone. I felt lost. It was 5 degrees out. I couldn’t help but think, this will be the day my car breaks down on the Deegan.
When I arrived at the house I honked the horn to let her know I was out front. You should have seen the quizzical look on her beautiful 16-year-old face when she walked out the door. It was a means of communication she had not witnessed before. Maybe I will beat a drum or send out smoke signals next time.
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