When a Tweeter considers exiting.
If I were to make a Venn diagram with two elements labeled Things I Have Fun Watching/Reading and Things I Want To Bring Into The World, one would be an entire subset of the other.
According to the fossil record, I quit using Facebook about four years ago, give or take a month. I'm still off. I regret nothing.
A photographer deleted his social media presence to save his creative instincts. A wise idea.
Notes on a single point of failure.
Blogging never "died"; it's just become harder to see. But it's as crucial as ever.
With Facebook out of my life, it's all the easier to spot unproductive discourse of all kinds, because of what else it reminds me of.
Outside of the social media bubble, the void.
On media both social and antisocial.
On Twitter as a case study in technical non-solutions to social problems.
Boredom's not a burden anyone should bear.
"Your image does not need curation, because all you are doing is broadcasting your desperation."
A year and change ago, I mostly quit social media. I don't think that's likely to change.
On life without Facebook. (It's pretty good.)
They were complaining about the movies being scorched earth in 1937.