So here I am again, feeling like a curmudgeon. Why do I need Facebook, Twitter, or any of those places? If you are already my friend, I prefer private letters via email. Or a telephone call! If you are not my friend, you can find me by Googling my name.
I am told to go to those places to sell my paintings; but I feel like a hooker networking just for that. It takes endless time and skills I barely master to post on those places. And if I have to keep up with all those sites, where do I find time for what I really do?
And now comes a New York Times article that questions the effects on our brains from all that technology. I don't want to be a mechanical robot.
So, you ask, why are you on a blog?
Dunno!
