And some more...

This is almost like an addendum to the previous post...came across another 'More' talk today...all about communication overload and conscious 'Quiet Time'. Sample this...it is 10 pm, the TV is on, and K and I are browsing on our respective laptops while calling our parents.

And just a few minutes back I was wondering if I should apart from accounts on Facebook, Orkut (seems like another age when I joined that one), Picaboo, Picasa, Linkedin, 4 email IDs and 5 blogs also get a Twitter ID!

And this in addition to the close to 100 emails I process everyday at work!

I have to admit (old though I might sound), I do miss quiet times...when the TV can be switched off, the phone(s) off the hook and the laptop shut down.

And surprisingly I am not alone as I realized today! People are actually talking a 'half day' per week at work when there will be no communication distractions...

http://blogs.intel.com/it/2007/08/quiet_time_pilot_has_launched.php

And I am all for it - I was off from work for a couple of weeks and I had 1000+ mails in my inbox! By the time I waded through them I was half way through my first working week post vacation. Imagine how much more productive work I could have done in all that time...

While we are all trying our very best to come to terms with technology and its myriad offerings, I often wonder if I am not sort of 'technologically challenged'. In a post multi-tasking world where continuous partial attention is the norm the debate is whether jumping from one activity to another in a matter of 'nano' seconds is really what life is all about? Debaters vary in opinion about switching off to give ourselves 'non-tech' time to 'get used to it'.

The decisions we face in our everyday life seem to be increasingly complicated and increasingly trivial at the same time.

Even as I am finishing this post, I create a Twitter and Skype ID on the side...

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