I'm obsessed with the technology at my fingertips. Addicted to Facebook. Watching three seasons of Lost in a week to catch up (it's got to make sense...I just KNOW it!). Logging into Gmail five times a day to see what Bible verse my mother in Mississippi has forwarded me this time.
Obsessed.
And going through withdrawal.
Amy took my Mac with her to the library (on the condition that she use it to watch her class lectures...and NOT to watch Lost). So here I am. At home. Alone. With nothing to do and no YouTube.
Decided I would read a book. I don't do that often enough. It's a really good one too. Ripped: How the Wired Generation Revolutionized Music. By Greg Kot. A must-read for all the musicians out there.
Just read an amazing David Byrne quote:
"Taking music from town to town and playing it for people has been around for centuries. It was thriving before we were alive. And it will be around long after we're dead. It's an experience that cannot be digitized."
This quote poses an interesting debate. Within myself. And the way I see it, like Sawyer (couldn't resist one more Lost reference), I have three choices:
a. Use the technology I have to CONNECT. (I have the phone. I should call my mother. Thank her for the latest inspirational video she sent.)
b. Use the technology I have to ESCAPE. (I could call my friend Irma instead. Nothing bu fun there.)
or
c. I could do nothing. Continue my debate with myself, lying on the couch. Doing nothing!
Today, I chose the later option. Only for a little while. Flipped through the three fuzzy stations on my cable-less boob tube. Decided to get on with my day. A trip to the bank, with my iPod. Jamming to some J5. A little Willie Nelson. A bit of Al Greene.
My debate continued. Couldn't be drowned out. Not even by the Beatles.
I stopped here. In the Second Cup on the Danforth to write this blog.
We all do what we can.
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