Back to basics.

Social media is a harsh mistress.

Seems lately that one of the very things that I’ve used to professionally put a stake in the ground is slowly eating away my soul. It’s something that I came to realize a month or two ago when I was preparing material for the “Creative Turtleheads” presentation.

As I looked through my archive of personal projects, not only did I notice that the majority of my projects were unfinished, I also noticed that beginning in 2004, the number of personal projects I attempted each year began to dwindle.

I thought this was interesting and I got to thinking about it. Why would that be? There were a few reasons that came to mind. 1999-2001 were prolific years because I was a single twentysomething that finally had his career in full swing. I had the ideas and the energy, but that seemed like it wasn’t enough. I still have ideas and energy but less output.

Then it hit me — I didn’t have Facebook to check all the fucking time! Of course I did more, because my time wasn’t so fragmented by online destinations. So, this made me take stock of what types of things I was doing online during that time. The list was pretty simple:

  • Email
  • Napster
  • IRC on rare occasions
  • Web surfing for product information

That was it!

Most of my free time was spent offline making things. I made short films. I made music. I made websites. I played video games and read books. I listened to music, and not listening while doing something else — I just sat there and listened, unencumbered by other tasks.

I say enough. My life is dwindling away and I’m taking what little free time I have back. I’m making a conscious effort to minimize social media usage in the evenings and I’m going to back to basics.

I just finished a book this week — the first book I’ve read in a year. It was I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell by Tucker Max. I picked it up at DFW on an extended layover and figured, “What the Hell. I could stand to read a book.” I’m glad I got it. It reminded me a lot of some old college friends, and was just a good, mindless escape. It prompted me to order two more books to read: Born Standing Up by Steve Martin and 39 Years of Short-Term Memory Loss: The Early Days of SNL from Someone Who Was There by Tom Davis.

I’m playing more video games. After almost 3 years, I’m getting close to completing The Legend Of Zelda: Twilight Princess and just picked up Metroid Prime 3: Corruption.

In short, I’m letting my mind wander and experience new things. Hopefully by relaxing more, my mind will become more fertile again and the ideas will flow more easily.

 
  • Tucker Max is a liar
    Tucker Max is a liar and a douchebag.
  • You're not really saying anything that he doesn't readily admit about himself. Well, maybe the liar part.
  • My friend got me that book, tucker max is kind of a horrible example of humanity. And he's getting his own movie.
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