I went cold-turkey on Internet connectivity over the past few weeks, not because I had to get stuff done, but because I had to not get stuff done. It was good not to be so connected.
I remember reading a quote somewhere from the great Italian designer Ettore Sottsass that went something like "The problem with computers is that people will stop painting with water colors."
I love the Internet because of its seemingly infinite potential for engendering connectedness and depth of thought and meaning. But I suspect that there’s a curve of sorts at work here, and as one travels across that curve things start to trend toward the shallow and the trite.