Realspace Reentry

This is not a new complaint.

I've marked the time spent writing "real good for free" (so I'd like to think) IN CYBERSPACE; the time spent hangin' out and chattin' with my far flung buddies IN CYBERSPACE; the unwinding hours tangled up with conflict, culture, and thought IN CYBERSPACE.

If I have failed to note the time spent compulsively shopping IN CYBERSPACE, the energy obsessively expended on watching and compiling long sets of composer, entertainer, and musician videos on YouTube (IN CYBERSPACE, of course), or, inevitably, my tawdry sojourns in the blue light districts IN CYBERSPACE, it has been to preserve some modicum of the illusion of privacy (and productivity) while yet remaining IN CYBERSPACE.

Brothers, Sisters, Earthlings, while entrepreneuring as a contemporary artist and still living a modern life, I cannot altogether swear off life IN CYBERSPACE; I may, however, give it a rest, one long overdue.

In all the ways possible, my ardor and curiosity have been quenched, my attention fragmented, my concerns expanded and heightened by at least 15 blood pressure points while my quasi-realspace Netflix habit has been unindulged for close to three weeks -- there's $22.50/mo. right out the window if I'm not going to use it!

I haven't driven anywhere, seen anyone old in I don't know how long, and ol' mouse potato I may count at least 20 of my extra 35 pounds (sigh . . . don't call me out, I'll call it what it is: 40 pounds) a part of the burden that has come from sitting here at my desktop with you -- and you also and those other fellows and several busloads of fellow bloggers, journalists, intellectuals, opiners, and artists, not to mention the occasional troll.

I am not going away.

I am only going to go about the miserable business of cleaning up my apartment (for a start).

Communication windows: daily at 11 a.m. or 4 p.m., Eastern Time (if I'm around and feel like it).

For the Sabbath, I will remain a ghost, a shadow, a thought.

Related

Cyberspace Realspace Time Management

Final Year -- Oppenheim's Princedom College

A Word on Cybersocializing

How Did All These People Get In Here?

Rest Goes Hard on the Heart (from two years ago: "I've complained here in 19th Century Modern about being made Borg before my time--before anyone's time").

Decoupline Cyborg

Facing Facebook: Thoughts on the Global Thoughtbox

Commart's Life Online -- Where Did the Time Go?

Decoupling Cyborg

19th Century Modern

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