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jon_chaissonSo yeah, it seems I've been avoiding an internet presence for the last few weeks. I didn't so much plan it as it just happened that way. Aside from my last few LJ posts and a few comments here and there on the Twitterverse, I've pretty much been internetting rather passively as of late.
You know what? I don't mind.
It's kind of interesting, really...there are days when I pop onto Twitter and read all the funny and/or interesting conversations I may have missed out on and feel like I'm late for the party, but at the same time--does it really matter? Yes, it's fun conversation, and it's always fun to be a part of it as it happens (and it always feels forced to add a silly comment well after the hilarity has passed), but it's just light conversation. Sometimes I feel like I'm missing out on being a part of something, but then I remember--this is how it felt before the internet, my friend. We didn't always have Instant Camaraderie in affordable value packs. So it's not worth fretting over. I'll pop in and say hi, make the occasional comment, share the occasional link, post the occasional blog entry, but it's not vital.
A lot of the internetting has actually been doing music research for Walk in Silence, but I've also been doing a lot of goofing off, on purpose--relaxing, playing around, letting my mind wander, just having fun. Getting it out of my system, calming my brain down, centering my chakra, whatever you want to call it. I'm almost always trying to focus on something, do something, think something almost every waking minute, and it's been ages since I've taken it easy (not including vacations of course). It's been awhile since I've had passive enjoyment.
That's not to say I've been lazy, of course. Emm and I have been going to the gym on a relatively normal schedule, and we do a LOT of walking on the weekends. In fact, we walked a whopping 7.47 miles today, probably enough for me to have walked off my quite large brunch at the Hawaiian restaurant on Clement. While I still have that nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I should be doing something creative or constructive, I remember that I'm usually sitting on my duff for eight hours a day at a job where I rarely have a second's mental peace. Getting out and seeing the city for a few hours is better than solitary confinement in front of a computer screen.
It's good to get out every once in a while. See the real world instead of just the virtual one.
You know what? I don't mind.
It's kind of interesting, really...there are days when I pop onto Twitter and read all the funny and/or interesting conversations I may have missed out on and feel like I'm late for the party, but at the same time--does it really matter? Yes, it's fun conversation, and it's always fun to be a part of it as it happens (and it always feels forced to add a silly comment well after the hilarity has passed), but it's just light conversation. Sometimes I feel like I'm missing out on being a part of something, but then I remember--this is how it felt before the internet, my friend. We didn't always have Instant Camaraderie in affordable value packs. So it's not worth fretting over. I'll pop in and say hi, make the occasional comment, share the occasional link, post the occasional blog entry, but it's not vital.
A lot of the internetting has actually been doing music research for Walk in Silence, but I've also been doing a lot of goofing off, on purpose--relaxing, playing around, letting my mind wander, just having fun. Getting it out of my system, calming my brain down, centering my chakra, whatever you want to call it. I'm almost always trying to focus on something, do something, think something almost every waking minute, and it's been ages since I've taken it easy (not including vacations of course). It's been awhile since I've had passive enjoyment.
That's not to say I've been lazy, of course. Emm and I have been going to the gym on a relatively normal schedule, and we do a LOT of walking on the weekends. In fact, we walked a whopping 7.47 miles today, probably enough for me to have walked off my quite large brunch at the Hawaiian restaurant on Clement. While I still have that nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I should be doing something creative or constructive, I remember that I'm usually sitting on my duff for eight hours a day at a job where I rarely have a second's mental peace. Getting out and seeing the city for a few hours is better than solitary confinement in front of a computer screen.
It's good to get out every once in a while. See the real world instead of just the virtual one.
