A brilliant post about the increasing world of digital distractions.
Still, I am an optimist. Most nights last year, I got into bed with a book — paper or e — and started. Reading. Read. Ing. One word after the next. A sentence. Two sentences.
Maybe three.
And then … I needed just a little something else. Something to tide me over. Something to scratch that little itch at the back of my mind— just a quick look at email on my iPhone; to write, and erase, a response to a funny Tweet from William Gibson; to find, and follow, a link to a good, really good, article in the New Yorker, or, better, the New York Review of Books (which I might even read most of, if it is that good). Email again, just to be sure.
— Why can't we read anymore by Hugh McGuire
Remember that the decision to reduce your increasing inbox of digital goodies is down to you. It can be done, it just requires a bit of action and some discipline.
Might start calling my smartphone a dumbphone. It certainly makes me more dumb than smart.
