I love the last paragraph of this essay
But I have a policy on this blog (rarely violated) of not blogging the last paragraph of content. So, I give you the first paragraph of a New York Times essay and encourage you to click through. People wonder why I walk around with a regular cellphone and save my smart phone for the working day. This essay explains why. I'm connected enough, for now.
Since fiscal year 2008, I have been permanently attached to my iTelephone. As of two weeks ago, I am a Facebooking twit. With each post, each tap of the screen, each drag and click, I am becoming a different person — solitary where I was once gregarious; a content provider where I at least once imagined myself an artist; nervous and constantly updated where I once knew the world through sleepy, half-shut eyes; detail-oriented and productive where I once saw life float by like a gorgeously made documentary film. And, increasingly, irrevocably, I am a stranger to books, to the long-form text, to the pleasures of leaving myself and inhabiting the free-floating consciousness of another–
Or in other words:
