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The Internet is the New Looking Glass

I have been seated at my desk all day today.

I 've been here, at the brand new super sleek glass topped desk, since 8 am. That happens before noon. Getting up early is my new thing. Even though my new thing should be surfing with Kelly Slater or having lunch with the ghost of George Plimpton. Since my writing has to be in New York by 10am (time shift) and I can never seem to finish the day before ...well, there I am.

It is now 8 o'clock at night. And I have done...nothing. I can't even tell you what I learned or accomplished. The Internet pulled me across the fourth wall and all I have to show for it is a sore butt and bleary eyes.

Let's walk through it together. I started reading new blogs. I watched footage from fashion week and contemplated Anna Winters' bob and Bryant Park in winter, both icy and elegant. I considered unflattering photographs of celebrities. I viewed a bunch of music videos on youtube: Joni Mitchell, Jenny Lewis, Beth Orton, Luscious Jackson, Feist. I read about space and racism, global warming and Flannery O'Connor in the Times online, moved over to the couch for a little Vineland by Pynchon, ran and rode my...alcolm's bike. I also made lunch, took sales calls, arbitrated a hissy/taunting fight between cat and dog, chatted with my sister online, took photographs, did some research on St. John of the Cross, went to the market and noodled around the house. I annoyed Malcolm, whose "desk" is the dining room table not a foot behind me and I achieved a level of procrastination I have not attained since college. It's eight o'clock. Time for a glass of wine and a walk on the sand. Tomorrow I'll be up before six. The beach is so pretty then, however will I concentrate?

Comments

Wait a minute...I wasn't annoyed at 8PM...what?

but at 8:53??

You just described the last year of my life right up to the Pynchon (the last fiction book in English that I had here). I've noticed that I do accomplish things, but only when forced. It wasn't always like this you know but I can't complain.

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