I live on my phone and my laptop more than I live in the world. I think that that’s been true for most of us during this pandemic.
We’ve been robbed of our opportunity to travel, hike, camp, be intimate, go out for coffee, try new food, make new friends, and form stronger bonds with existing ones.
Sure you can do the last one on Zoom but a conversation in person just hits different.
So, my life started feeling rather ordinary. I woke up, I worked, I exercised, I slept, I repeated. There was no adventure, there was no surprise…
Sometime during the early part of the year, at the end of a regular weekend visit, I sat down next to my Neney (grandmother) to say goodbye. She always hated it when we left her, even when we promised we would return the next day or the next weekend. She usually protested with “don’t go, stay here with me” or “why do you need to leave”, but this time was different. This time, she grabbed my hand and said “stay”.
There was something in the way she firmly held my hand that moved me. She had been bedridden for some…
“I think I’m addicted to social media.”
This descent to madness was gradual. What started with “How much harm can this do? Let me spend a few more minutes on it” turned into “I’d rather be on YouTube than hang out with her, she can’t possibly be more interesting than all these clips on my ‘Watch Later’ list”.
That toxic thought spread its tentacles to the other parts of my life too until everything I used to love and enjoy — reading that fed my brain, conversations that fed my soul, exercise that fed my body — were laid by…
A couple of days ago I read an article on how “optimization” is creeping into every aspect of our lives. The article states:
“Everywhere from digital nomad gurus to the false prophets of productivity, we are taught how to optimize every aspect of our existence. You can find carefully scripted routines for your mornings, your sex life, and your bowel movements. There is no aspect of human life that you couldn’t be doing better.”
This culture of optimization has given birth to a most ridiculous metric — the number of books you can read in a period of time.
There are broadly two ways you can convince someone you’re knowledgeable about a particular field.
While both methods may achieve your desired outcome of being seen as an intellectual in their eyes, only one of them leaves a lasting impression.
“Knowledge is a process of piling up facts; wisdom lies in their simplification” — Martin H. Fischer
Many of us spend upwards of 6 hours online either for work or play. Let’s assume that during these 6 hours we consume a minimum of 20 pieces of content an hour whether it’s videos, photos, articles, statuses or comments.
20 pieces an hour across 6 hours is 120 pieces a day. Across a week that’s 840. Across a month that’s 3,650. And across a year that’s 43,800.
And that’s just based on my conservative estimate.
Regardless, that’s 43,800 times your mind can be influenced in various ways. Just as a movie can make you feel the pain or happiness…
In the days of old, there lived the seers.
Men and women who were gifted in the art of turning a tarot card, looking deep into a crystal ball, stirring wet tea leaves in a cup, or throwing twigs on the ground, to tap into the collective conscious of the Universe, look into the past, read the signs of the present, all in order to forecast the future.
Those who got it right and predicted the advancing of the enemy or the birth of a heir were rewarded with riches. …
Fake news is a ridiculously profitable industry.
Because the margins are incredible! You don’t need a team of well-connected journalists spending too much time fact checking before publishing. You don’t need highly-paid editors ensuring compliance to basic morality and media ethics. And you certainly don’t need to bother with quality over quantity.
All you need is a simple blog/website, a Facebook page or Twitter account to distribute and promote your articles, and a bunch of pseudo-journalists blessed with a fake-news-writing ability. An ability that is quite easy to develop.