Posts Tagged: annmarie mackinnon


20
Jul 09

Going Home

Gripped by a crippling ennui caused by heat, stiff muscles, restless sleep, stagnant work projects, and the knowledge that vacation is still a month away, I’ve been unable to write much of anything.

I’m heading to Nova Scotia for my vacation this summer. Airfare has been purchased, details are being cared for, now all there is to do is wait for the time to leave the city to arrive. I haven’t been back for almost 5 years, and I’ve never returned in the summer since I left home. The time is so filled with the promise of walking the beach, catching up on reading and writing, meals with old friends and family. The anticipation is so delicious that, in a strange way, I almost don’t want the vacation to actually come.

For me, going home is always a strange affair. Equal parts excitement and anxiety, so blended that it’s next to impossible to tell the two apart. The comfort of being in a place that knows you inside and out (and you, it) juxtaposed against resentment that comes from that very knowing. Peeling back the layers of nostalgia generated by distance in both space and time and not knowing whether what you’ll find underneath will be a soft, ripe fruit or a hard kernel. The place has a hold on me somehow. One that goes beyond just being where I grew up. It’s almost like a living being on its own, with a personality and emotions, the drunk at the party who’s boisterous and happy one moment, sullen and bitter the next. I’m hoping that when I peel everything back there’s a little of both.


3
Jun 09

For a little background on what the heck I’m on about, please see:
http://www.thenoun.ca/2009/06/02/facebook-free-the-first-24-hours/
http://www.thenoun.ca/2009/06/02/into-the-facebookless-void/

Common symptoms of withdrawal include confusion, disorientation, and agitation. Check, check, and check.

I now understand why Day 1 wasn’t so bad. And let me assure you, it was not simply because I was too busy to look at Facebook.

It’s because every urge to creep, and snoop, and indulge my voyeuristic tendencies, and make snide remarks, and publish witticisms in my status field, and procrastinate and distract myself all swarmed me at once. The index finger on my right hand has a serious case of PCS (Phantom Click Syndrome) and I actually feel physically off. I fidget. I open browser windows for no apparent reason, stare at them, then remembering what I was about to do, I close them again. Yesterday I thought to myself, “Maybe I’m not at bad as I thought. I’ve probably just overreacted.” Wrong. Today is a completely different story.

Something that bothers me that I hadn’t expected was all the email that FB sends me, notifying me when a friend engages in some activity on my account. It’s all directed to my oldest-ever email address (my 15 year old Hotmail) and gets sent to the ‘junk’ folder. Even so, when I emptied the junk box as I do every morning, I couldn’t help but notice them. Trying not to read them, I hit the delete button, but not before I noticed that Jane invited me to… I’ll never know. At least not if it happens within the next 334 hours. I should probably resist the temptation to look at that folder again and let the junks take care of themselves. But for a brief period, I did try to justify to myself that reading the notifications was not cheating–I was simply checking emails. The lies we tell…

I just hope the idea that withdrawal symptoms generally only last 72 hours is not a lie.


2
Jun 09

Facebook Free – The First 24 Hours

For the background on the torturous experiment I’m embarking on, please read yesterday’s post.

Day 1 - I changed my Facebook status to say I’m going to be under the radar for the next while, and to phone or email to get in touch with me. I felt a little nervous, oddly, because it’s a pretty vague message. But if anyone really wants to talk to me that much, they’ll now know how to find me.

The Background

To further explain why I’ve decided to do this, I should probably explain a little more about who I am, and how I behave and interact with my electronic devices. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m from a rural area on Cape Breton Island. We didn’t have cable television (or anything more than the national broadcaster, for that matter) and though I left home just when the web was gaining popularity, my parents back home still can’t get high speed internet unless they’re willing to spring for their own orbiting satellite. I spent entire days outside in the yard, by the lake, or in the woods near my house. I read books as if their very existence was threatened and generally did kid things.

But later, once I’d embarked on more career-oriented jobs (as opposed to the myriad service-oriented jobs I held until I figured out what I wanted to be when I grew up), I found myself in front of a computer to do my work all day every day. Just as I do know. I spend eight to ten hours of each and every day in front of a monitor. Between that, and my mobile phone, I spend a lot of time in what I perceive to be my virtual life. They’re my primary means of communication, but at the end of the day, I find it a bit much. I find I can no longer keep a thought in my head for more than a few seconds, and just a few seconds later, I can’t remember what the thought was.

I started what I’m affectionately terming my “adventure in analogue” with Facebook because I can’t give up being online wholesale because of work. So, unless I’m on vacation, I have to be online. But the ‘Book is something I normally spend way too much time looking at. I click on it without even thinking about it, without consciously having something to look at. I just click around as if my finger needs the exercise. And trust me, as an editor, it does NOT need the exercise. My backside? Yes. My mouse finger? Nay nay.

Today’s Results

My friend sent me a link to a photo of the new guys she’s making out with these days. My finger hovered over the mouse button, about to click, until I saw the root of the site: Facebook. This would mean I’d have to log in to look at it, and I’m quite sure the temptation is too great. I’ll somehow justify a reason to “quickly look at my own profile, just this once, to make sure people get what I mean from my status”. So I let it be.

I was tempted quite a few times to log in and see if I have any new full messages. Not wall posts or invitations to listen to punk rock singles or send gifts to people. But real bona fide messages. Believe it or not, I didn’t succumb. Although my mouse most assuredly hovered over the link.

I honestly thought today would be terrible, but despite a few near misses, I’m okay. Iam extra busy at work these days, with deadlines hurtling themselves at breakneck speed towards the wazoo, which might explain the lack of FBDT’s.

Or maybe it’s just too soon.


2
Jun 09

Into the Facebookless Void

My name is AnnMarie MacKinnon, and I have an attention span of approximately 2.24 seconds. Like most people, I often feel pressed for time, rushing from one thing to the next. I’m in constant contact for all of my waking hours (and for some of my sleeping hours). I tweet, read aggregated RSS feeds, text message, IM, and never go anywhere without Google Mapping it first. But when I found myself online at work looking for “lifehacks” to help me become more productive and ended up, an hour and a half later, at a Wikipedia entry about the naming customs of Taiwanese aborigines, I knew I was in real trouble.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not interested in becoming a complete Luddite. Nor do I want, metaphorically speaking, to henceforth shun Velcro in favor of the good old fashioned button. What I am interested in is regaining some of my ability to focus on one thing at a time, and with any luck, stop experiencing the intellectual equivalent of a bull-ride in my daily life.

But, baby steps. It takes time to wean oneself off these sorts of serious compulsions. So I’m beginning with Facebook. Not full-on FB seppuku. My account will still be there. I just won’t log in. For two whole weeks. I’ll chronicle each day, and any insights or blinding rages I may have at not knowing what the hell is going on in everyone’s life and what incredibly mundane photos they’re posting.
I’ll keep you posted…