I’ve done this before, taken time away from that sinkhole of my day. The best time was on Tiree, with no way to break the quarantine what with no internet access at all. But today is different. Today I am making that forceable disconnect. I love and loathe Facebook in approximately equal measure, but its getting noisy again.
We hardly watch TV here. So a saturday night without the box on was lovely. It always is. Saturday TV is One Way Facebook. Full of inane celebrities, who stood in large neon lit studios, facing an audience who appear to have all had the ability to think removed at birth. Sorry, I’m not being snobbish here, but I was born in the UK. We dont “whoop and holla” here. The days of gentle family entertainment have gone. Most of the stars of my youth are either dead, or are being investigated for child abuse so Im not looking back with rose tinted spectacles by any means. I just find the pulp that is prime time TV mind numbing.
So what do I find myself doing? Yes, replacing pulp TV with pulp networking.
This morning I read a report regarding social media an image manipulation for political means. It portrayed this as something new and revolting, neatly sidestepping the fact that it has been done since photography was invented. Normally in war, but in peace too, we have been fed images that purport to be real, only to find that the context has been changed by close cropping, or by adding things in that were not there. With digital photography and photoshop you would think its even easier, but thankfully there are elements of the social network world who are prepared to out these travesties by finding the ‘joins’.
So for a week, I will be just writing in here. If that means I miss out on the world so be it. But its going to be a busy week, a week of seeing and doing.
I just dont wish to be owned by Mark Zuckerberg, to be one of his Billion Disciples.
( Oh, and my lavender got battered in last nights storm, so I’m a bit humbug today! )
- My 7 Days of #DigitalDetox (ernestbarbaric.com)
- The chicest thing right now is not to exist on Google: it’s time to do the internet detox (standard.co.uk)