My name is AnnMarie MacKinnon, and I have an attention span of approximately 2.24 seconds. Like most people, I often feel pressed for time, rushing from one thing to the next. I’m in constant contact for all of my waking hours (and for some of my sleeping hours). I tweet, read aggregated RSS feeds, text message, IM, and never go anywhere without Google Mapping it first. But when I found myself online at work looking for “lifehacks” to help me become more productive and ended up, an hour and a half later, at a Wikipedia entry about the naming customs of Taiwanese aborigines, I knew I was in real trouble.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not interested in becoming a complete Luddite. Nor do I want, metaphorically speaking, to henceforth shun Velcro in favor of the good old fashioned button. What I am interested in is regaining some of my ability to focus on one thing at a time, and with any luck, stop experiencing the intellectual equivalent of a bull-ride in my daily life.
But, baby steps. It takes time to wean oneself off these sorts of serious compulsions. So I’m beginning with Facebook. Not full-on FB seppuku. My account will still be there. I just won’t log in. For two whole weeks. I’ll chronicle each day, and any insights or blinding rages I may have at not knowing what the hell is going on in everyone’s life and what incredibly mundane photos they’re posting.
I’ll keep you posted…


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I just did something similar. I cleared everything off my Wall... everything... and left it blank for at least 2 weeks. One difference is I would log on now and then to clear it off again, removing posts friends would put up asking what happened to my page. Maybe you'll have better luck if you don't log on at all.
Let us know if it helps... I'll keep my fingers crossed for ya.
typo?
I'm enamored by the palm of your hand? 3-glasses?
Wine? You drink three glasses of wine at one time?
Do Ya ever consider moving to Kenticky? bluegrass.
I was away for awhile. I wish I could tune off gadgets.
apology.
I read the feed. Then, I poked a wrong dang belly button.
Folk who ain't cranky are fun to read. I mean no harm tho.
Now, off to the barn to shoe a mule. I'll shoo shuts up too.
You are my idol.
She should merry Professor Derby?
Then move to Ohio or Clear Spring.
O Little Rock? She can study geology.
O maybe talk too? St. Barack Obama?
Get a tattoo that says:`Tell thee truth.
Oh, enjoy ice cream:`Have a nice day!
SR: Thanks for the crossed digits. I fear I'm gonna need them.
AJ: Those soldiers resting at my palms were not all mine. Though, by the end of the evening...
VR: Cold sweats for me today too.