My Space

I am deciding after reading Emerson, that My Space has become 'my confusion'. The site has busied me in ways that are non-condusive to how I want to live-constantly checking other peoples pages, sure it is a voyeristic quality that has me hooked (as to everyone else), but it is not real. It can certainly feel real, but for instance, I am 'friends' with T.D., a member of the band B.D.s. I have seen them perform countless times, have danced with him at house parties, even exchanged words with him outside the Zeitgeist gallery about brands of cigarettes. But last night I went to meet Helen at ZuZus and he was the host-while we had the exchange of recognition, he was still an employee there and we did not interact as friends what so ever. I mean, he knows nothing about me unless I post something that piques his curiousity as well. It is simply not real life. It can certainly be collaberative to 'real life', but the phone-that is real life. Talking to some one, making plans to do activities with someone-that is friendship-not randomly leaving comments on their page or emailing people who look cool in the hopes of doing something at some point in real life.

So I have put myself, like Helen and Dereck saying NO to food and alchohal, I am saying NO to friendster and myspace.

To challenge myself, I will post on this blog every day about not being on it.

So at 2:48, I am saying NO to MySpace for TEN days.