If this little corner of the interwebs went suddenly silent, it might be in reaction to a book If finally I find another secret piece of the simple living puzzle, it might involve trading the virtual for the authentic. Perhaps I’d cease wasting so much time amusing myself with pictures of bicycles, reading stories about adventures I’ll never experience, written by people I’m unlikely to meet, and trying to resist upgrading all of my machines with another thing I don’t need. I’m reading a compelling book and, while I haven’t decided yet, this blog might flat-line.
The implications of this book are frightening and convicting. There are productive and needful things to be done, but I stare at a backlit screen. About three years ago, I shut off the TV, but it seems I’ve replaced the TV with the internet. I am a victim of the distraction of readily available information. It is a flood of data, words, and images without meaning. Could I be addicted?
If you still have an attention span long enough to read a book, I suggest…
Amusing Ourselves to Death
Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business
by Neil Postman
Until next time…
…if there is a next time.