“There is no need to do any housework at all. After the first four years the dirt doesn’t get any worse.” ~ Quentin Crisp
Taking a page from Mr. Crisp’s book, one might say that if one waits long enough to write something, someone else will surely come along and do it better, relieving one of the need.
After I read Hamlet’s Blackberry a few months ago, I had every intention of posting a detailed review. Now I don’t have to, because PJ Kaiser has written everything I would have about the book, but better:
Do you ever get the feeling that instead of managing your life, your life is managing you? Between numerous social media platforms and a buzzing, whirring smartphone, overflowing RSS readers and emails, my connectedness had gotten out of control. There’s a certain appeal to being constantly connected. You always feel “in the know” and you always feel needed. But it comes at a high cost. That nervous twitch that your eyelid has developed? Yeah, that’s part of the cost. Not being able to focus on any task for more than two minutes without checking your email? Yeah, that’s another part of the cost…