Archive | April, 2014

Never have a Zero day

3 Apr

I’m sure I saw this concept floating around on lifehacker or similar ilk, but I love the concept. The problem that I constantly have to overcome is the thought that when I do something, I need to do something huge, lengthy, with measurable results right away. 

It’s not true.

You don’t get six pack abs overnight. You don’t build a house overnight. You don’t write a best selling overnight.

I just need to calm down. Yes, I am getting older, but that doesn’t mean everything has to be done today. It’s weird, it’s the same message I tell my wife, but now I see myself doing the same exact thing, trying to both control the world and change it every single moment.

I’m not sure why I am freaked; why I want everything fixed and settled. I’m not sure the exact timeline for a midlife crisis and I don’t like the title. I think anyone can freak out at any age. But there is still time. And even when you run out of it, I can take solace in the fact that there will always, always be things left to be done.

I’ll make me dent today. And then tomorrow. I will not let a day slip by and not at least try.


And with that, I depart Facebook

2 Apr

It’s been awhile coming. To me, the glory days of Facebook are numbered. I doubt I am the ghost of MySpace, but Facebook has become cumbersome to me. Bloated with casual games, ads and worse, permeated into our non-digital culture. Prime example: Marriage seminars that say, “”Like” your spouse”. Shouldn’t we “love” our spouse?

I’m sorry, but I don’t care that your kid threw up. I don’t care that your favorite band is coming to town and you want to go see them, but can’t for whatever reason. I don’t care what or where you are eating.

Note: I not saying that I am devoid of caring what happens in my friends’ lives. I’m happy that you got married. That you bought a house. That you are having a kid. I’m sorry that you mom/dad/brother/sister/aunt/cousin/puppy died. I’m sorry that you have the flu. But the instances of vapid shares overwhelming the important. It’s simply taking too much time to filter through them all.

I know this is contrarian and even a little self-serving, but as time as gone on, I’ve become more aware of my time or lack of it. While some people may find joy in rummaging through another person’s mementos, it’s just not for me. This is also why I don’t go to flea markets.

There may be an ounce of irony in me eschewing Facebook, since I use/used Twitter, Instagram, FourSquare, Yelp, G+, AIM, Messenger, etc. and being a proponent of  technology in general. But the utility of Facebook is simply lost. The other services I mentioned do one thing and rather well (okay, maybe not quite G+). They are simple, to the point and serve their function well. Facebook comes across as a bloated amalgamation of everyone’s life’s that we have come in contact with.

In a sense, this farewell letter is for my own edification, to explain to myself (or anyone who cares), why I chose to leave. Thanks for the memories Facebook, even though they weren’t so great.