I dozed through an alarm or two, listening to the freeway traffic, and entirely lacking motivation to get up on a Monday morning but not yet conscious of the fact. But the present reality dawned an hour past the dawn, and I had to pee, and so arise I did. As I sat comfortably with my super smart phone and dispensed with the updates in two Facebook accounts and played a little FreeCell, it suddenly hit me what an incredible source of wasted time is that super smart phone. There are a lot of things I want to do, and there are a lot of things I don't do for not having the time; but a lot of that time I don't have is spent dispensing with the updates in two Facebook accounts and playing a little FreeCell. Immediately I got up and put the phone down ...
And sat down at my super smart laptop to spend a little time writing about it.
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My earlier comment isn't here! Waaah.
Lol! It's all true, these devices are good at enabling our time wasting proclivities.
This impulse to write about and share our inspirations, however vapid, regularly leads me to a crossroads: Blog, or Fussbook? Thankfully I don't share meals and moods, as so many Fussbookers do who've elevated vaguebooking to a lifestyle. But still I dissipate energy and waste words for it, when in an earlier time I might instead either have driven myself to more direct interaction or concentrated the words into a book, depending on how much of an introvert I really chose to be.
So there were times you did not show up on misc.writing, true...
By earlier time I meant say when Robert Louis Stevenson holed up with his new wife and paper and ink in a cabin in the Napa Valley, thousands of miles from everyone he knew.
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