Come again?
I couldn’t agree more. The web is one shiny dangling thing that we bat incessantly like hyperactive kittens. I can’t get within six feet of the thing, without sending emails, IMing, playing bouncy ball games like an imbecile, usually all at once. I have a feeling that if I could type with my toes, I would.
I have a problem. I’d like to not go through life contantly distracted by this thing. I’d like to a present participant in my own life. So I’m trying, a little at a time, not to do eight things at once. First step: When I’m on the phone, I do nothing but talk on the phone.