Input overdose
It was somewhere between the "I understand that a politician would want to avoid being photographed in front of Britney Spears' crotch" story and the fleeting moment during which I could see myself voting for Mike Huckabee just so we could have "Sonic the Shih Tzu" as first pet that I realized it: I'm officially a news junkie, trying in vain to recapture the high back when I only dabbled from a manageable handful of sources I could always count on for a serviceable buzz.
The provocatively headlined, "Is it the woman thing, or is it Katie Couric?" It's Katie Couric. Thanks, New York Times, but it's just not happening. It's not you, really, I'm just tired.
Simian anti-war protesters, states weighing laws "protecting short, fat people," Charles Dickens theme parks, the long-awaited opening of Kentucky's "Creation Museum"/Moonbat Colony...
Not to go all Goracle or anything, but there simply must be consequences for the future of human learning and our collective corpus of knowledge when everything is broken down into these discrete, rapid-fire packets, all of which are ubiquitously accessible yet cumulatively incomprehensible.
I can tell you the ravages it exacts upon the individual. When you're popping dozens of these stimulating stories each day, before you have a chance to formulate any witty commentary on any one capsule, it's been diluted or overridden by another, and you forgot you were even going to say anything about it at all.
On the rare occasions you have time, energy and impetus to sit down and script an engaging argument, you find yourself narrating internally in the second person and conclude it might just be a better idea to get some sleep. After all, you're a blogger, serving at your pleasure, not some kind of columnist.
And that old maxim about there being no original ideas anymore? When constant reminders are just clicks away, it's hard to keep the burnout blasé at bay.
I would call for devising some kind of rehab or rapid detox for news-aholics, but they'd never scratch the underlying cause or flush out all the lingering markers.
After all, once it's in your system, you can never erase the knowledge that you've spent years of your life obliviously, mistakenly feeling safe and secure atop a seedy "chicken underground..."
The provocatively headlined, "Is it the woman thing, or is it Katie Couric?" It's Katie Couric. Thanks, New York Times, but it's just not happening. It's not you, really, I'm just tired.
Simian anti-war protesters, states weighing laws "protecting short, fat people," Charles Dickens theme parks, the long-awaited opening of Kentucky's "Creation Museum"/Moonbat Colony...
Not to go all Goracle or anything, but there simply must be consequences for the future of human learning and our collective corpus of knowledge when everything is broken down into these discrete, rapid-fire packets, all of which are ubiquitously accessible yet cumulatively incomprehensible.
I can tell you the ravages it exacts upon the individual. When you're popping dozens of these stimulating stories each day, before you have a chance to formulate any witty commentary on any one capsule, it's been diluted or overridden by another, and you forgot you were even going to say anything about it at all.
On the rare occasions you have time, energy and impetus to sit down and script an engaging argument, you find yourself narrating internally in the second person and conclude it might just be a better idea to get some sleep. After all, you're a blogger, serving at your pleasure, not some kind of columnist.
And that old maxim about there being no original ideas anymore? When constant reminders are just clicks away, it's hard to keep the burnout blasé at bay.
I would call for devising some kind of rehab or rapid detox for news-aholics, but they'd never scratch the underlying cause or flush out all the lingering markers.
After all, once it's in your system, you can never erase the knowledge that you've spent years of your life obliviously, mistakenly feeling safe and secure atop a seedy "chicken underground..."
posted by Holly at 8:42 PM
