We know the web is filled with disingenuous sycophants and, if you have any sort of noble life on the Internets, you know all about Hate Mail. If you’re busy and successful, you hold your breath while writing email and, finally, you feel the twinge of not being able to tweak when you email Inbox is empty.
What, then, do we make of a guy that decides to disconnect from his second life online and re-establish his first life unwired?
EARLIER this year, I became tired of my usual morning ritual of
spending hours catching up on e-mail. So I did something drastic to
take back control of my productivity.
I stopped using e-mail most of the time. I quickly realized that the
more messages you answer, the more messages you generate in return. It
becomes a vicious cycle. By trying hard to stop the cycle, I cut the
number of e-mails that I receive by 80 percent in a single week.
Why does this guy think he’s more special than the rest of us and who gave him the wire clippers to cut away the misery that is our lives online?
How dare he dismiss our communication addiction and, frankly, he should be punished in some way for enjoying free time by going backwards in history when life was more tranquil.
Who excused him from the headlong rush of our evolutionary lives consisting of a neverending stream of stalkers, Spammers, Hate Mailers and Twitterer streamers that smother us with each other instead of saving us from ourselves?
I want a recount! I want a do-over! I want a Time Machine — not another Apple Time Machine because I already have one — to propel me back to the days before Baudot!
I want my own pair of wire snippers!