Blog, Twit, Goof, and the Many Worlds of the Net
There are many worlds inside the net world.
There is the world of Twitter, where people go to twit. There is the world of blogs, built for bloggers who long to express themselves at greater length. There is the world of Facebook, designed for face time or faced time—depending on whether you are truly connecting or merely performing. Then there is Google, where people goof off, drowning in unwanted information. And Yahoo, which greets you with a cheerful "tai-ho-a" before disappearing into irrelevance.
And scores of other inactive terms—carping, waiting, begging to be clicked.
Now, there is the blog. And what I would like to call: Blog and block from the blockage of knowledge.
The site I am using recently is another addition to this universe—bringing both fun and weight. And I mean weight in two senses: the weight to my body, from sitting too long, and the weight to my mind, from thinking too deeply.
Sitting in front of a laptop, writing and reading, is undeniably rewarding for intellectual growth. But blog, twit, goof—what does all of this do to the body? What does it do to the soul?
We sit. We stare. We type. We scroll. The body pays a price, even as the mind expands.
Anyways, I hope to have a good time here. Because at the end of everything, what truly matters is not health alone, nor wealth alone—but good times.
Good times with words. Good times with thoughts. Good times with people who introduce us to new worlds.
Thank you, Monu Tamang—my sincere and dedicated student—for introducing me to this space.
I believe in you. And I am proud of you.
There are many worlds inside the net world.
There is the world of Twitter, where people go to twit. There is the world of blogs, built for bloggers who long to express themselves at greater length. There is the world of Facebook, designed for face time or faced time—depending on whether you are truly connecting or merely performing. Then there is Google, where people goof off, drowning in unwanted information. And Yahoo, which greets you with a cheerful "tai-ho-a" before disappearing into irrelevance.
And scores of other inactive terms—carping, waiting, begging to be clicked.
Now, there is the blog. And what I would like to call: Blog and block from the blockage of knowledge.
The site I am using recently is another addition to this universe—bringing both fun and weight. And I mean weight in two senses: the weight to my body, from sitting too long, and the weight to my mind, from thinking too deeply.
Sitting in front of a laptop, writing and reading, is undeniably rewarding for intellectual growth. But blog, twit, goof—what does all of this do to the body? What does it do to the soul?
We sit. We stare. We type. We scroll. The body pays a price, even as the mind expands.
Anyways, I hope to have a good time here. Because at the end of everything, what truly matters is not health alone, nor wealth alone—but good times.
Good times with words. Good times with thoughts. Good times with people who introduce us to new worlds.
Thank you, Monu Tamang—my sincere and dedicated student—for introducing me to this space.
I believe in you. And I am proud of you.
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