Zing-Zing-Zing: A Personal Anti-Sacrament

I am sorry.

Still, I fear making too big a deal of it, cringing at my capacity for insincerity: tired, old excuses for tired, old problems. But, for anyone who may care to listen, I want to explain. (At least a little.)

This website has been neglected for a long time—due to a host of real problems, technical, personal, now global. By global, I mean our strange new Covid world, which has thrown up numerous problems. By technical, I mean the site’s construction, which is outdated and faulty. It is breaking down, problematic, needing repairs beyond my competence. Also, the fact my computer blew up a while ago hardly helped. By personal . . . Well, I’d rather not get into that. Suffice it to say, these are challenging times.

As a result, I have neglected not only updating this site, but neglected, too, numerous folk kind enough to comment here. I will not labour this much more. But some time ago, I said something personal on Facebook relevant to all the above. I paste it below, only slightly modified, without further comment.

From Facebook:

THE CONUNDRUM (Or: Zing! Zing! Zing! – a Personal Anti-Sacrament)

Something like two weeks ago, my entire mode of being, my whole consciousness, it felt, changed.

For one reason: one extremely mundane reason that is now extremely normal to a large part of Western humanity. (Even if it would have been extremely bizarre just twenty years ago!)

The extremely mundane, normal thing in question?

I got involved with Facebook and other social media again.

Zing! Zing! Zing!

High speed communication back, forth, back, forth …

All this, after many weeks of being away from the Internet.

Honestly, I feel like a different – slightly lesser – person now.

But here is the other side: why I have a conundrum.

I have received so much that is kind, warm, helpful, thoughtful.

I have had reflections regarding my work that are very, very helpful for me.

And I see such goodness in so many of you.

Some, I know, are really suited to Facebook interaction, warming many.

But, for myself, I feel as though I lose something of my soul.

I feel duller, stupider. Almost as if for me social media is an anti-Sacrament.

I stress: FOR ME. Not others. Some of you know how to stay sane, intelligent, even brilliant.

The solution for me is to go SLOW with this.

Because I genuinely want to greet old friends and new ones who appreciate my work. (More disingenuously, I also want to promote that work at Facebook – as well as my beloved Kim’s.)

So forgive me, friends, if I am very slow by modern standards that are, for me, manic.

I miss the last millennium . . .

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