I blame the fact that the floods happened. I had photos, I wanted to share photos, and well everyone was online, on facebook - so how do I communicate with people through this disaster if not through facebook? So I failed. And I am disgusted. 3 days is an awful fail. I will try again though, especially as I am away this week in Rome!
In the mean time water is rising, winds are reaching gale force 9 and there's a long night ahead. I wish I had scrabble.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Social networking experiment - Day 2 - and possible apartment fire
So I'm on day 2. Initial reaction when I came into work yesterday was to check my gmail, check facebook and I felt a surge of panic, so I had to tweet about it - SHOCK - Twitter was down for maintenance: What would I do? How would I let people know immediately in that minute the panic I was feeling? I couldn't, so I made a coffee. It took a while to feel slightly calmer, and only because twitter came back up, and I had a blog to maintain.
Today, I am much more calm. I spent a while reading articles last night about facebook and the yuppie generation (yes, instead of being on it, I read about it) and felt slightly smug at being out of it - don't get me wrong, I'm a recovering addict so the temptation to get sucked back in is still there, my account is still "temporarily deactivated". I reckon I'll make the leap though. I've successfully given up cigarettes and alcohol before. It did occur to me, will I miss scial events, parties, birthdays etc.? Probably, and I'll cross that bridge when the time comes! For now I feel smug that I'm out of it, and better for having to make the effor to ask people how they're doing and not read it in the newsfeed.
In other news I got a call this morning:
"Lorna, we eh think your apartment might be on fire, can we take a look? There's smoke and the alarm is going off"
Ten minutes later:
"There's no fire in your apartment, or upstairs, so eh we don't really know what's going on. I'll keep you posted."
Awesome.
I am so not renewing my lease.
Today, I am much more calm. I spent a while reading articles last night about facebook and the yuppie generation (yes, instead of being on it, I read about it) and felt slightly smug at being out of it - don't get me wrong, I'm a recovering addict so the temptation to get sucked back in is still there, my account is still "temporarily deactivated". I reckon I'll make the leap though. I've successfully given up cigarettes and alcohol before. It did occur to me, will I miss scial events, parties, birthdays etc.? Probably, and I'll cross that bridge when the time comes! For now I feel smug that I'm out of it, and better for having to make the effor to ask people how they're doing and not read it in the newsfeed.
In other news I got a call this morning:
"Lorna, we eh think your apartment might be on fire, can we take a look? There's smoke and the alarm is going off"
Ten minutes later:
"There's no fire in your apartment, or upstairs, so eh we don't really know what's going on. I'll keep you posted."
Awesome.
I am so not renewing my lease.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Social networking experiment: Day 1
Facebook scares me. I am definitely an addict, that I know. Tonight I ran out of things to watch on my laptop, I don't have a tv and so I passed 1 hour perusing the facebook news feed, 1 whole wasted hour that I could have spent reading, or writing, or playing music. Did I learn anything? No, I really did not. I have facebook, twitter, gmail, googlewave, msn, aim, ning, myspace and youtube accounts... I wholeheartedly embrace technological advancement, I really do, but I do not need that many social networking sites; it's not healthy! So tonight I start the experiment: I am going to see how long I can go using just my chat applications, twitter account and blog tools. The social networking sites are the culprits here for my time-wasting.
It will be hard I know. As I was trying to deactivate my account, facebook listed the 165 people who would miss me, and it told me they would miss me, by displaying their pictures with "x will miss you" above them. Guilting me into staying; the horror of 165 people I definitely do not speak to on a daily basis missing my ever so valuable posts on my hourly antics? I really don't think so... and should that be the case, they can call me, email me, or visit me.
So now I have no facebook and no television. It doesn't make me a hippie, it just makes me someone who is trying desperately to retain some ability to "plug out" before our generation becomes entirely consumed by social networking, before we completely forget how to interact on a human face-to-face level, and before I wake up one day and realise that instead of looking at the beauty on the streets outside, I have whiled away my existence looking at pictures online of said beauty. It's already there. My friends are outside. I can actually touch them. I can't remember the last time I had a hug, a proper hug, isn't that sad? And that, is a wake up call to plug out if ever I needed one. So here I go. Day one.
It will be hard I know. As I was trying to deactivate my account, facebook listed the 165 people who would miss me, and it told me they would miss me, by displaying their pictures with "x will miss you" above them. Guilting me into staying; the horror of 165 people I definitely do not speak to on a daily basis missing my ever so valuable posts on my hourly antics? I really don't think so... and should that be the case, they can call me, email me, or visit me.
So now I have no facebook and no television. It doesn't make me a hippie, it just makes me someone who is trying desperately to retain some ability to "plug out" before our generation becomes entirely consumed by social networking, before we completely forget how to interact on a human face-to-face level, and before I wake up one day and realise that instead of looking at the beauty on the streets outside, I have whiled away my existence looking at pictures online of said beauty. It's already there. My friends are outside. I can actually touch them. I can't remember the last time I had a hug, a proper hug, isn't that sad? And that, is a wake up call to plug out if ever I needed one. So here I go. Day one.
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