My poor, neglected blog. My poor, neglected brain.
The world of Twitter, 43things.com, Facebook status updates and the BlackBerry have ruined my ability to write more than a few lines, and consequently to think at any great length about anything at all. I've found myself relying more and more on talking and reading than thinking and writing.
I am becoming concerned about the effects of the undercurrent of constant information crowding out the time for directed thought. I am completely overloaded in all aspects of my life, and it's not for a lack of desperately trying to stay on top of it all. I realize that this is characteristic of me in general, but for the first time I feel like this isn't a crisis of my own doing.
So, God help me, I am simplifying my life. And, in order to keep my mind and my writing chops sharp, I'm sharing, publicly on this blog (so to speak) a goal I recently posted to 43things.com: "Write an essay a week." I won't be able to work up to that level for a while, so for the time being I am going to give myself an interim goal of writing a book report on my book club's current selection: The Limits of Power: The End of American Exceptionalism. I ain't done reading it yet, but look for a post by late February.