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Being Online
Jul. 13th, 2015 04:00 pm<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Being online is like being a part of the greatest cocktail party ever and it is going on all the time. If you email, text, tweet, Facebook, Instagram or just follow Internet links you have access to an ever-changing universe of social touch-points. It’s like you’re circulating within an infinite throng, with instant access to people you’d almost never meet in real life.
Online life is so delicious because it is socializing with almost no friction. You can share bon mots, photographs, videos or random moments of insight, encouragement, solidarity or good will. You live in a state of perpetual anticipation because the next social encounter is just a second way. You can control your badinage and click yourself away when boredom lurks.
-- David Brooks at The New York Times
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I did enjoy a taste of that myself at one time. I know what he means. It was great. Today, though, it feels as though I might as well wish to become a millionaire as wish to enjoy that kind of e-life again. Man delights not me. No, nor woman neither.
Being online is like being a part of the greatest cocktail party ever and it is going on all the time. If you email, text, tweet, Facebook, Instagram or just follow Internet links you have access to an ever-changing universe of social touch-points. It’s like you’re circulating within an infinite throng, with instant access to people you’d almost never meet in real life.
Online life is so delicious because it is socializing with almost no friction. You can share bon mots, photographs, videos or random moments of insight, encouragement, solidarity or good will. You live in a state of perpetual anticipation because the next social encounter is just a second way. You can control your badinage and click yourself away when boredom lurks.
-- David Brooks at The New York Times
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
I did enjoy a taste of that myself at one time. I know what he means. It was great. Today, though, it feels as though I might as well wish to become a millionaire as wish to enjoy that kind of e-life again. Man delights not me. No, nor woman neither.
