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	<title>The Noun &#187; nervous twitching</title>
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		<title>Facebook Free &#8211; The First 24 Hours</title>
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		<dc:creator>AnnMarie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[adventures in analogue]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[For the background on the torturous experiment I&#8217;m embarking on, please read yesterday&#8217;s post. Day 1 - I changed my Facebook status to say I&#8217;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&#8217;s a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p>For the background on the torturous experiment I&#8217;m embarking on, please read yesterday&#8217;s post. </p>
<p><strong>Day 1 </strong>- I changed my Facebook status to say I&#8217;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&#8217;s a pretty vague message. But if anyone really wants to talk to me that much, they&#8217;ll now know how to find me.</p>
<p><strong>The Background</strong></p>
<p>To further explain why I&#8217;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&#8217;t know me, I&#8217;m from a rural area on Cape Breton Island. We didn&#8217;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&#8217;t get high speed internet unless they&#8217;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.</p>
<p>But later, once I&#8217;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&#8217;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&#8217;t remember what the thought was.</p>
<p>I started what I&#8217;m affectionately terming my &#8220;adventure in analogue&#8221; with Facebook because I can&#8217;t give up being online wholesale because of work. So, unless I&#8217;m on vacation, I have to be online. But the &#8216;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.</p>
<p><strong>Today&#8217;s Results</strong></p>
<p>My friend sent me a link to a photo of the new guys she&#8217;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&#8217;d have to log in to look at it, and I&#8217;m quite sure the temptation is too great. I&#8217;ll somehow justify a reason to &#8220;quickly look at my own profile, just this once, to make sure people get what I mean from my status&#8221;. So I let it be.</p>
<p>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&#8217;t succumb. Although my mouse most assuredly hovered over the link.</p>
<p>I honestly thought today would be terrible, but despite a few near misses, I&#8217;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&#8217;s.</p>
<p>Or maybe it&#8217;s just too soon. </p>
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