Words from the vacuum
By most definitions this blog would be considered dormant or dead, and though I shouldn't promise any lasting change in this situation, my feelings of guilt have finally overcome my feelings of sloth and artlessness and motivated me to post this short update.
Life is going on much as it always has, and I am still struggling with information overload in much the same way. I was able to bring myself to delete about 300 unheard podcasts yesterday, which induced complex sensations encompassing both guilt and liberation. I have 8 books from BookMooch, 1500 unread RSS items, 3 DVDs from LoveFilm, and roughly 200GB of video to consume, and eliminating any of these things from the list of things I want to do is an act which produces a deep dread at the prospect of missing something good. I think I need to work on the acceptance that the amount (and production rate) of quality 'content' in the world vastly exceeds any person's capacity to enjoy it, but I'm not sure how I can reconcile that with my 'information packrat' nature.
All together now: clc is a headcase. And then laugh at him.
Though this blog (kept in mothballs as it is for when I find I have something interesting to say again) is poorly maintained, I am nevertheless posting photos to flickr on a fairly regular basis, and on Friday I signed up for Twitter, though I am still on the fence whether it is a useful distribution mechanism for interesting microcontent, or a pointless timesink good only for mundane ephemera. If you feel compelled for any reason to keep up with the digital slice of my life then these two hyperlinks are currently your best opportunities, though as always this may change at any moment. This last point is underlined by the rumour that last.fm is about to be bought by Viacom, a development which would make me scramble for the nearest competitor, if there are any.
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Of course, there is one solution to your current state, which is the classic Ostrich re-action. Personally I'm still working on the theory that anything interesting will come and poke my exposed bottom. Though admittedly it has been some time since anything has bothered to disturb me. Had to endure Sky News for about half an hour a month or so ago, got to the point where I was ready to throw my dinner at the screen and despised my own patheticness as I haggled the earless commentators, and decided that the dark dank underground view I'd had had been rather blissful.
*remembers the Chris who, contrary to all cultural, media and peer pressures, disposed of his time keeping devices for ... how long?*