Wednesday , December 8 2021

Why do we need to escape our screens?


Reprinted with Uexpress permission.

Among other exceptions, I do not have a smart phone and I have never wanted one. It's bad enough that I spend my hours fitting around the internet like over-caffeine fish without carrying Google in my coat. If I need to look at the weather in the 2017 blow average in Wales, Ireland, or Andrew Benintendi, it can wait until I go back to the desk. I've never been told that I'm turning off my ancient fiber fiber, which has steam power, to escape from his sister.

The other day, I noticed three teenage girls walking together on the feet, each had to absorb them separately in their bright little screens. If one had entered an open water hole, would his friends have noticed? You see children everywhere, have fallen in public places piercing madness with their heads.

Texts remove me as the least convenient communication method since smoke signals. Never think my hands are too big for scripting. Often people can not find irony in newspaper columns, and it's rarely in emails. Misdivision texts must cause dozens of homicides.

In addition, the police can beat them.

Mainly, however, I need to avoid the internet for a significant period of time to avoid what some people call "information illness" – a pathological condition caused by spending too much online time.

This has nothing to do with being a technology. For me, the most 21st century digital device is the digital television recorder, which allows one to watch movies and sports non-commercially. Especially during the election season, the thing is dynamic.

Seriously, however, the internet has been great for people in my work. For a joint library that feels glystrophobic in libraries, it has been releasing. The other day, Nicholas Carr's friend Facebook article gave Nicholas Carr about the dangers of working online.

"The web has been a godsend for me as an author," he explained. "It can be investigated once days in the stacks or periodic library rooms are now needed in minutes. There are a few Google searches, there are some quick clicks on hyperlinks, and I have a genuine truth or quote."

But especially for those of us who are called the late John Leonard "800 words" words, ie columnists who appreciate pithiness are more than anything else, the internet can also be a snap.

"Over the past few years," Car Frets, "I have had a feeling uncomfortable that someone, or something, has been tied up with my brain, reconstructing the heavenly circuit, re-programming & # 39 ; r cof. My mind does not go – as long as I can say – but it's changing. I do not think of the way I thought. I can feel stronger when I will read.

"My concentration often starts to drift after two or three pages. I can become a bitgetty, losing the thread, start looking for something else to do. I & # 39; I felt as if I always dragged my brain back to text. "

Minerals too. In part, a gun, is old. Not because of the internet I've forgotten the word about a small animal and a shelf that I needed for a joke championship. Sometimes my littleles were facing them. But if I can not call the word "armadillo," I remembered exactly where to find a copy of "Arkansas Mammals." Problem has to solve.

Online, however, concentration is hard. "Ding!" There is an email. "Bloop!" Someone want to argue on Facebook. The Washington Post article links to something in the Atlantic. Then go to Mother Jones, the Irish Times, anyway. By doing it back to the original piece, I've forgotten what it is and I need to start. Or no.

Carr thinks it's a significant historical development similar to the print press. I'm not sure, because he's still reading and writing. I have definitely noticed a clib's self-assurance spreading to political journalism written by young people with little understanding of the historical context.

Old old timer complaint.

Besides, there is an easy solution. Put off fool at 4 p.m. Take the dogs for a walk along the river. Re-join the physical world. We come regularly with tears, fighters, ferns, ducks, pelicans, objects, willows, even the occasional maple eagles. Any day now, Canada's green geese will end down in large V shape flippers.

Often, our afternoon walk often when my wife fills me with the pride and concerns of friends and family, has come from interacting with a loyal army of lovers.

Back home, there's even time to read real books.

Internet tool only; it does not have to be a way of life.

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