Disconnecting from the Internet for a year.
What the what?!
The first two weeks were a zen-like blur. I've never felt so calm and happy in my life. Never. And then I started actually getting stuff done. I bought copies of Homer, Plato, Aristotle, Herodotus, and Aeschylus. I was writing at an amazing pace. For the first time ever I seemed to be outpacing my editors.
Without the internet, everything seemed new to me. Every untweeted observation of daily life was more sacred. Every conversation was face to face or a phone call, and filled with a hundred fresh nuances. The air smelled better. My sentences seemed less convoluted. I lost a bit of weight.
Okay, at least he didn't give up the telephone.
he didn't lose the smug pretense either.
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No, of course not. He's got smug to spare.
Say all the bad shit you want about this guy! He won't read it for 9 or so more months.
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*said in joyful joking manner*
And even then, who has time to search the past?
Facebook and Twitter were designed to keep us focused on right now.
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I'm assuming the first webpage he will go to will be pandawhale.com, and in that case we're screwed in 9 months.
Well that gives us plenty of time to bury this page then. :)
Wow. Just like one of the cable shows where they take a family and make them live like pioneers until eventually only one makes it out alive. History vs. Survivor. Without Internet.
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I wish they would make a Reality Show out of him so we could watch him on TV.
Or the Internet. I'd love to watch a guy without Internet, on the Internet. :)
It'll be almost as good as "No Impact Man" living in NYC. "What do you mean no Starbucks, electricity, diapers, TELEVISION, refrigeration--nobody will come to our parties!!!"
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They can take my Internet, but they cannot have my Starbucks, my phone, or my TELEVISION!
We're trying to live in a society here. Civilization has needs. :)
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Of course it does--Excuse me, I'm trying to order my grande hot cafe mocha no whip--or is that hot cafe grande mocha sans whip, grande mocha no whip hold the ice, add heat...
Civilization's too complex. Find me a prairie. With satellite:)
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Oh! We have that in America! It's called "Kansas". :)
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Why would anyone ever want to disconnect from the first global communications network? If you need time out, just take it. He's just angling for a book deal.
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Heck, give me the book deal. I'll unplug, eat only weeds that I pick from my lawn, take a year and speak only in one syllable words... You name it:) Consider it done!
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Self-publishing is the future, Dawn.
Spent a fortnight eating weeds from your lawn and then self-publish a Kindle Single.
(Be sure to give it a snappy title like 51 Shades of Grey.)
51 Shades of Green, and you've got a deal. Write the intro and I'll give you a cut.
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Why Green? Because you're eating lawn weeds? :)
You got it, you can now write my forward. (P.S. Did you know that most lawn weeds are, in fact, edible--until you dump a big-ass pile of chemical salad dressing on them...I'd like some of that house dressing--what is that, the "Roundup ranch?"
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