Well, maybe not suffocating, but at least over heating. As it turns out, all that input is crowding what little space I’ve got. According to some folks over at UC San Francisco, I need to build some space to process all of it. As in less of well, everything.
The NewYorkTimes(caution, it’s probably not worth paying for if they try to make you) has this piece on a bit of research that’s being done which suggest that the steady stream of input we try to wrestle is wearing our brains out. We need to make time to process what we’ve been reading, watching and listening to. Elsewise, we zap our noggin’s ability to commit any of it for the long term. Creativity, lessons learned, maturity, you betcha. Pfzzt! Gone.
My phone provides me with a nearly eternal stream of rss based news goodness. Long lines at Sam’s club are cake and not even the DMV scares me any more. slashdot, GIZ and Ars are all at my fingertips. It’s to much though, I’m gonna need to take some space to process all of. I started to panic this morning when I realized that I was stuck in a company car for 20 min w/ no interesting source of brain-peanut-butter. The ensuing car ride was punctuated by an acute awareness of the roof of my brain’s mouth. In particular, the lack of that choking, sucking feeling where you’re trying to get at that peanut butter…
Reflect? That sounds so cheesy, but I suppose that’s the plan. Sigh, ok, I’ll do so. You really ought to as well. You know, just as soon as you scope out these awesome ads I’ve provided.