Deluged. Thats how I feel by everything these day. Internet, cell phone, my Ipod Touch, my Kindle. Sometimes I feel like throwing everything in the Schuykill River and walking away. Just tossing it all in, and walking way. Of course, I remember black and white tv's, where the excitement was going over my neighbor's house to watch Channel 45 out of Baltimore. It came in more clear over there. Anyway, I use all of those things, but they get on my nerves. I do like texting because I hate the phone. But that gets old , too. I think that's why I like hunting and fishing. No distractions. And training , also. I won't check a text or answer my phone when training, Hell, that takes away from it, the enjoyment of it.
James Ellroy refuses to get a computer and writes books on notebook paper. I visited Bill Starr a few times and the man has a fax, an old tv without cable and and a VCR that plays Willie Nelson over and over. Bill Starr writes and paints and drinks Miller Beer and watches his willie Nelson tapes and lifts weights in his bedroom and goes for a walk and damn...he seems really happy.
And I don't have an answer or a solution to any of it. I just wish that it would go away for awhile. Then when we miss it, or HAVE to have all of those things, we can bring them back. Or maybe we should just walk away from all of them, and see if talking face to face can work or just not communicating so damn much can work.
