infomaniac
What is an infomaniac? I'm not quite sure, but it's probably me.
When you spend every waking hour in pursuit of some kernel of knowledge, some may call you driven.
If this knowledge centers around a specific theme, you may be a specialist.
If this field of focus is the area of employment, you are lucky and probably highly successful.
If this focus of information is tightly centered around one or a few hobbies, one might applaud your passionate pursuit of an extra-curricular activity, or at the very worst excentric.
However, if the drive to learn has no divineable theme, no identifiable connecting line, serves no higher purpose other than to amuse random curiosities, one runs the risk of knowing a very little bit about a very broad range of probably useless topics.
Such an obsession can be dangerous.
Unless one strives to be a professional diletante, one must be careful not to lose track of time and life in the ever-fascinating realm of the newshound/infojunkie/ravenous slaking of curiosity.
As the dishes wait around to be washed, the housework waits to be done, artistic hobbies and software skills go unpracticed, video games await the opportunity to be played, I keep finding myself falling into the trap of the internet.
24/7 connectivity, feeding a vast wealth of information and imagery ranging from political world views to local curiosities and attractions to detailed techinical instructions and inspirations to random gatherings and events to amusing webcomicy-goodness to useless babblings to irate diatribes and inflammatory derogitizations to pornography to pirated music and movies and everything in between.
The information superhighway has become my playground, taking me far faster and farther than the local interstate, and occupying my time even moreso.
What draws me in? What holds me here?
The insatiable thirst for the instructional to the inane, anything to distract and amuse and inform me.
I am an infomaniac.
Besides, what else am I to do at 1am?
When you spend every waking hour in pursuit of some kernel of knowledge, some may call you driven.
If this knowledge centers around a specific theme, you may be a specialist.
If this field of focus is the area of employment, you are lucky and probably highly successful.
If this focus of information is tightly centered around one or a few hobbies, one might applaud your passionate pursuit of an extra-curricular activity, or at the very worst excentric.
However, if the drive to learn has no divineable theme, no identifiable connecting line, serves no higher purpose other than to amuse random curiosities, one runs the risk of knowing a very little bit about a very broad range of probably useless topics.
Such an obsession can be dangerous.
Unless one strives to be a professional diletante, one must be careful not to lose track of time and life in the ever-fascinating realm of the newshound/infojunkie/ravenous slaking of curiosity.
As the dishes wait around to be washed, the housework waits to be done, artistic hobbies and software skills go unpracticed, video games await the opportunity to be played, I keep finding myself falling into the trap of the internet.
24/7 connectivity, feeding a vast wealth of information and imagery ranging from political world views to local curiosities and attractions to detailed techinical instructions and inspirations to random gatherings and events to amusing webcomicy-goodness to useless babblings to irate diatribes and inflammatory derogitizations to pornography to pirated music and movies and everything in between.
The information superhighway has become my playground, taking me far faster and farther than the local interstate, and occupying my time even moreso.
What draws me in? What holds me here?
The insatiable thirst for the instructional to the inane, anything to distract and amuse and inform me.
I am an infomaniac.
Besides, what else am I to do at 1am?