A Blog about Nont Blogging, Or Emailing, Or Going on the Internet

So, as I've mentioned periodically for the last few blogs, I've been off email, the internet and the blog, mostly. It is impossible in this day in age to go off completely, but I'm checking it once every few days as opposed to several times a day.

This was prompted by the fact that I wasn't on the computer all day long at work, having been laid off and also because I have the last leg of my third semester project, the critical thesis, to belatedly complete.

So, the result of the non-connected life lived? It's just like everyone else's non-internet experience. It had freed me to do the things that need to be done more. But, at the same time, I'm still as wanton to dawdle as I ever was. Without the internet to dawdle on, my dawdling is more productive.

At the same time, I have come to see that email is as essential as regular mail to the existence of every day. School things, friend things, work things, all get done on the internet these days. If you're not on it, you miss emails from professors, or friends who you've arranged a gathering with or companies who've switched to paper billing. So, one cannot, once fully on the internet, remove oneself. Unless I wanted to revert to the paper bills, endless phone calls and belated correspondence, as in the days of yore, yore being before 1994, when I first had an email address.

Do i care? No. Not really. But I'm glad I'm doing this time. I've gleaned a lot from it. I hope that, once all that needs to be done for school is done, I will take the learned lessons of this time and apply it to life post-mostly-off-the-internet. That is, I will revert to the books, or the PBS program or the pile of crap that needs to be sorted or the necklaces I want to make, instead of idling on the internet.

Periodic blogs will continue. I'll probably stat back with the regular postings after Doomsday AKA Jul 14 AKA Post Residency AKA the Beginning of the New Semester AKA After I Am Effing 30.

(Thank God for Sex and the City. They made it okay for me to not be married, have babies and a house even though I'm in the dread ts. Sling back a martini; that's what Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha did. And dang it, so can I!)

Until the next one.