Well, there are a few reasons really, but the one that spurred me on to write this little piece is blogging. Comical, you might suggest, that I would decide to complain about blogging through a blog post. And I wouldn’t contest.
This way, at least, someone might decide to read it and have some sort of thought spark in their head, which is the most gratification a writer — or artist of any type for that matter — could hope for. (Unless you’re one of those money loving types.) But I digress. My big problem with blogging is that there are simply too many to track anymore. Believe me, I wrestle with the continuation of this blog all the time, but I find merit in the built-in practice it gives my writing. I’m not making anyone read this dribble.
I got back from an elongated weekend (in celebration of my birthday) to discover that I had missed 458 blog posts while I was away. Last I recall, I was completely up to speed on Saturday afternoon, before I left for the launch of the partying, and between then and my reunion with my computer last night (Tuesday evening) had missed a world of internet activity. And this is almost entirely design related blogging. Perhaps 3 or 4 of the approximate 80 blogs I subscribe to are not entirely devoted to design. The internet never takes a break. Not a Sunday to bathe in the sun, or a Friday night to socialize. Never. And as a result of all this constant activity, I end up skimming a great deal of the content. Rarely do I afford the time to check out the “must see” video or animation, or check out the portfolio site of the latest 20-year-old creative wonder. (Sorry if that comes off a little spiteful, but I am. You bastards.) I can’t help but feel that I’m missing a lot of great content due to the self-constructed need to get through the articles in a timely fashion.
Not to mention the time I miss to get to work. There was an 8 month stint at college, my second year, where I didn’t have the internet at my house for the entire period. It was kind of nice. I could focus on my own work — though there were admittedly still distractions abound — and not be concerned with what the rest of the world was doing and how this would be received by them. Because this (graphic design) isn’t a profession about simply pleasing yourself. I mean, I suppose it could be, but then your label seems to automatically shift from designer to artist when you’re doing something purely for the joy. Maybe I have a complex or something, but I find the most gratification when someone else enjoys my work. That means everyone reading the trendy design blogs and sites, even those archaic physical things; and they’ve got discerning taste.
So if you’re anything like me, you’ve probably skimmed over the text above and gone straight for the summary to pick up the action highlights. The internet bothers me because it makes me less productive, most likely both in a real and a perceived way. Real due to the time spent surfing around looking at pretty things, perceived in that I can’t seem to produce the sort of output that it appears one should be. I certainly can’t imagine things without the internet, and most likely wouldn’t give it up without a good hard fight, but I often find myself wondering how much better off I am; I’m definitely considering whittling my RSS selection down.