I am grieving that I can't spend all morning blogging
...about my orange rotary phone, for instance.
It's a Northern Telecom Doodle phone (it has a place for a doodle pad), from the 1970s.
Knowing my interest in Star Trek-y design, PG sent it to me for my birthday but I never used it until now, when my touch-tone died. (I don't have a cell.)
It does nothing but send and receive calls, and I love it.
But I have got to clear my brain so I can write about communications for work instead, having put it off for weeks.
I don't know about other people, but when I'm writing something, I have to turn my entire thinking apparatus over to it.
If I take a break to blog, I lose the train of thought and have to start all over again.
But FB doesn't break my concentration. It's more like chatting in the hall with a coworker, on the way to the bathroom. Just a bit of light friendliness.
What I wrote today:
15 minutes ago:
"I like how FBing peppers the day with time-wasting opportunities, insead of the whale-steak amount of time blogging requires. (I miss blogging though.)"
11 minutes ago:
"Correction: When I say 'time-wasting' of course I mean healthful socialzting... They say people with lots of social connections live longer. (Not sure if talking to oneself counts.)"