Not a Joiner

Thursday, April 10th, 2008

While I’ve been in front of a computer for a good chunk of my life and been online for a great subset of that, I’ve always been fairly lax in the social aspects of the modern computer age. Primarily, I read. I consume large amounts of mostly useless data on a daily basis. Now, with the iPhone, I have the ability to feed my compulsive reading habits constantly. At the same time, I’ve reached the edges of my tried and true sites are devoured in mere minutes. Like the gold farmer, I race back and fourth waiting for news items to respawn in their feeds.

But while I take all of this in. I don’t contribute in kind. Like a torrent leecher, I read others blogs without commenting. I rarely post on my own blog, let alone tweet, upload to flickr or youtube. With all of this social networking, I am the wraith like anthropological researcher, observing but not interfering. My Second Life is about as dead as my first.

I’m not sure what it really means, but I not fully engaged in the technological life that I embrace. I have no excuse with my constant connection. Two thumbed typing should become as natural as the home row.

I need to interconnect. I need to let go. I need to speak now, while the time is right, without overthinking.

I need to take on the world.