I'm moving "off the farm. " I decided to stop getting Twitter alerts on my cell. The reasons behind it paralleled my decision in 1975 to leave Xanadu, my commune-like co-op residence at the University of Michigan and move into my own "pad."
I truly love social contact, group experiences, shared information, observations and emotions. But too much human contact can be tiring and (dare I say it) annoying at times.
After leaving my phone off for several hours one day this week, I turned it back on to find 18 new "tweets," mostly related to people's food consumption, local driving/walking patterns, and other day-to-day routines. Devoid of visual images, facial expressions, voice inflection, or vivid descriptions, these "shared experiences" were distilled to just a handful of characters (140 to be exact).
Post-Xanadu, I continued to attend parties, entertain late night guests, and indulge in long stretches of music, drinking, eating, sharing stories, and mindless conversation.
Post-Twitterphone, I'll continue to read about my friends' lives on the web, through their blogs, via e-mail and maybe I'll even see some of them "in the real world" from time to time. But, for right now, I need my space.
Oh yes, and tonight I'm probably going to have a salad and chicken for dinner.

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