Okay my hens and chickens, back to short attention spans.
I have a theory of why my brain is slowly turning to jello.
And I reiterate, I don't think it has much to do with my age thank you very much. I think it has to do with how I spend a significant part of my day. Right here, in front of this humming, glowing, time suck. My 'Personal Computer'.
I find it hard to concentrate on any one thing, because there is an absolute gaggle of things waiting in the cyberwings for my very divided attention. How can I concentrate on this article about the political situation in, oh say Uzbekistan, when it is entirely possible someone has commented on my reply to someone else on the INTJ knitter's group on the Ravelry forum??? My God! The pressure!
On an average day I read 8 blogs, not counting Dear Diary ones. I keep up with 2 news sites. I go onto LOL Cats about 4 times a day to see what adorableness has been added. [Go there. You will like it]. Then I keep up with the Sheltie Rescue Forum. And last but most I hang out on Ravelry. In that mother of all time suck zones, I am a member of 5 groups on the forums and check those for updates several times a day.
Now none of the aforementioned browsing takes into account all the random surfing we all do. Things like looking up what the burrowing owl burrows actually look like in the wild, checking how much a Zen Stone mp3 player costs, what does the word 'lissom' mean? [supple,limber], what's a good recipe for Borscht... [not that I would ever make it, but hey I get curious], did we win the lottery, what kind of cell phone are we going to get when our
Thanks ( ), I needed that.
Anyway, you see the dilemma. It's a miracle that we can do anything at all with our brains that takes more than 10 seconds concentration.
Part of the reason I took a break from my blog, was to take a break from the computer itself. I am still working on some kind of strategy to keep from being drawn into this mindwell for such a large chunk of the day. And unfortunately there is no Lassie about to go get Mom and Dad to let them know that little Timmy has fallen down the well again.
I'm on my own here.
I'm still mulling it over, this computer conundrum. It's a thought problem of epic proportions, dolled out in bits and bytes. Brain death by ones and zeros.
It's humiliating.
And listen, if we are having trouble with this stuff now.... and hey, I'm including you all in this too, I can see the heads nodding in agreement, just WAIT until they make anything resembling a holodeck on Star Trek. I so often thought that if that was really available, how many people would go in there and never come out.
In the immortal words of Obi Wan Kenobi, "We must be cautious."
And I will add my two cents to the Jedi Master's, "Keep your wits. Your're gonna need 'em someday."