Now, I know I’m not the first one to think this, because a lot of my friends say the same thing: It seems like the older you get, the harder it is to get to places on time, because it feels like you just can NOT get through all the stuff you have to do to get out the door. Objectively, it can’t be true that there’s just too much to do: after all, we raised kids without feeling that we couldn’t get through all the diddly little tasks on our plates, and nothing will slow you down in your effort to get out the door better than a kid! So, either we’re going slower as we age, or something else is interfering with our progress.
Hint: As I write this, I’m multitasking: trying to fix my breakfast so I can bolt it down before M’hijito gets here with his dog (not gonna make it: it’s already two minutes to eight) while writing a post while being pestered by my own dog while waiting for a video for the magazine-writing class to upload to YouTube.
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And now that breakfast is done and Charley is here, I’m back in front of the computer where I find that MacMail is AGAIN demanding that I type, retype, and re-retype my password, a cycle that doesn’t stop until you crash out of the mail program. This, it develops, has been a known issue for quite a long time, though I didn’t experience it until upgrading to Lion and moving to the endlessly pointless iCloud. When it starts, thanks to flicking iCloud’s servers, where MacMail now resides, it affects all my computers. And now I can’t get my mail.
So, I’ll have waste some more time wrestling with that while watching the upload to YouTube and then, whenever that video goes online, posting it to the Eng. 235 site.
It’s now 8:27. I’ve been up since 6:00 a.m. and accomplished little more than to bolt down two pieces of toast, two pieces of bacon, and a handful of cut-up oranges. I haven’t been able to read the newspaper. I haven’t put the clean dishes away and loaded the dirty dishes littering the counter into the dishwasher. I haven’t made the bed.
I did at least wash my face and brush my teeth this morning…something I often don’t seem to be able to get at until I actually do have to go out the door.
The ordinary bits and pieces of what once was normal daily life get shunted aside while I try to cope with what looks like work on the computer (but, because it’s paid so little, isn’t real work, IMHO). So…what have I done in the two hours and 31 minutes since I rolled out of the sack?
• Checked on upload status of “Interviewing” video
• Retrieved URL, opened video, checked it.
• Embedded video in “Lecturoids” section of the website
• Also embedded it in a new post, by way of bringing it to stoonts’ attention
• Uploaded “Query Letter” video to YouTube
• Answered several e-mails
• Discussed two projects with business partner, via e-mail
• Checked grades for two sections of 102 stoonts; observed great improvement over last fiasco
• Mentally blocked out a post for Adjunctorium
• Responded (again!!!) to confused Eng 235 stoont
• Fed and watered the dog
• Got the paper; watered a plant that got missed by the sprinkler system
• Fixed coffee; started bacon and toast
• Discovered I’d somehow uploaded “Interviewing” as “Query Letter” to YouTube
• Got into YouTube account; deleted video
• Re-uploaded the “Query Letter” video to YouTube
• Read another e-mail; framed answer mentally
• Retrieved bacon from microwave; retrieved carbonized toast from toaster
• Picked and sliced oranges
• Sat down to breakfast
• Almost finished when M’hijito showed up with dog; coped with dog bouncing activities
• Finished breakfast
• Responded to another e-mail from confused stoont
• Checked “Query Letter” video on YouTube
• Embedded video in Eng 235 post and in “Lecturoids” page; posted both
• Came back to this FaM post and continued writing it.
And now I’m about to go zap my cup of stone-cold coffee in the microwave. Gotta respond to that e-mail. Gotta sit down and study for real estate course. Gotta go see what that wacky pup is doing. Gotta check the pool chemicals. Gotta water the new plants. Gotta write a post for Adjunctorium. Gotta work on the client’s project. Gotta update client billing. Gotta work on edits for book-length piece of pseudo-lit-crit. Which reminds me…yes: pseudo can work on its own as an adjective. Did I forget to mark that in the middle of the night? Bet I did. Gotta search back pages of pseudo lit-crit; delete hyphen.
Gaaaaahhhhhhhh!
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Well. The 50-ton digital elephant in the room is…what?
The computer!
• e-mail
• blogs
• iCloud
• YouTube videos
• more e-mail
• online courses
• still more e-mail
• {plink!} Facebook notice
• more e-mail
• Google calendar reminder: teleconference in 20 minutes
About 90% of this stuff wouldn’t have occupied time “back in the day,” because it didn’t exist. As for the constant onslaught of e-mail messages: People felt no great need to be “connected” and so refrained from blitzing everyone with their thought of the moment. More phone calls took place, probably, and those did take time; but nothing like as many phone calls were made as e-mails today. Business memos (up to 100 a day pour in from the community colleges) were distributed in hard copy, and because printing the things cost time and money, a lot fewer messages were emitted.
Look at the vast amount of my time that’s consumed with computer-related tasks. I’m squeezing my life in around them—barely finding time to wash up and get breakfast by the 8:00 a.m. deadline; barely finding time to gather what I need to do before I have to leave the house; dropping the newspaper before I’ve even read a page so as to get back to the chores waiting on the computer… Life has become nonstop gestalt: every single thing you do is interrupted constantly by demands from e-mail, online calendars, and work that didn’t even exist before life became digitized. In the Dark Ages, the work that did exist—say, publicizing your business—happened in discrete chunks. It wasn’t something you had to do unendingly over Facebook, Twitter, and WordPress.
Maybe it’s not old age. Maybe our lives really, objectively are out of control.



