The compulsion to be offline

I have mixed feelings about being online.

For one, it took me a really long time to sign up for Facebook.

I set up three Twitter accounts to get a sense of how it was all going to go. I like blogging, but I also like paper mail that isn't junk.

Online, I get overwhelmed with 26 spams a day. Minimum.

That's just taking up too much headspace. Too. Much. Information.

I heart blogging

But then, I love the way that blogging opened up a whole new platform for Design Kompany.

Blogging meant we could talk to people who wanted to hear us. That was way different from the way we did it in 1994.

But at the end of the day, it's still the relationship that is the more important part. How you meet is irrelevant. It's how you maintain the conversation.

So, I have this theory.

Offline 2010

If I go offline, maybe I'll do more live conversing. Not these one-way blogs, and the strange mechanism which is Facebook would become an interesting experiment I tried once, like whiskey and coke, and decided to opt out of.

Going offline might mean I don't keep up with people as much. But then, it might also mean I'll get back to the pre-internet lifestyle. Calling people up when I want to see them. Making plans spontaneously voice-to-voice.

Voice to voice.

I miss that.