out of touch
As I've tried to ramp up the amount of time I spend on the telephone with people, telling them that I care about them and miss them, my writing time has slipped. Not just here on LiveJournal, but my fiction projects and my email correspondence. Even my participation in IRC. On the one hand, I feel like I'm better-connected with (for example) my siblings now than I was even when I lived in Indiana. On the other hand, I feel like there's a part of me that's undernourished, like I'm not expressing myself enough.
Part of the problem, of course, may simply be that my communication is so diffuse. I talk with a lot of people, I email with a lot of different people, and I chat with a different group still. It feels as if I'm participating in a lot of closed communities. I wish that that weren't the case. I don't know how I'd rather have things, but wouldn't it be nice if people anywhere in the world could just subscribe to one atom feed, and get my blog posts and public microblogs and whatever else I generate, and they could reply or comment or whatever from wherever they were, and it would reach me, and be part of a big conversation?
Where did all these silos come from? I mean, sure, some natural siloing will always take place. My conversations with and about work are necessarily separate (in content and audience) from my conversations with and about family. But really? I talk to a lot of people outside of work. Why does it still feel like I spend my life throwing tiny notes over high walls?
Part of the problem, of course, may simply be that my communication is so diffuse. I talk with a lot of people, I email with a lot of different people, and I chat with a different group still. It feels as if I'm participating in a lot of closed communities. I wish that that weren't the case. I don't know how I'd rather have things, but wouldn't it be nice if people anywhere in the world could just subscribe to one atom feed, and get my blog posts and public microblogs and whatever else I generate, and they could reply or comment or whatever from wherever they were, and it would reach me, and be part of a big conversation?
Where did all these silos come from? I mean, sure, some natural siloing will always take place. My conversations with and about work are necessarily separate (in content and audience) from my conversations with and about family. But really? I talk to a lot of people outside of work. Why does it still feel like I spend my life throwing tiny notes over high walls?