My world is spinning very fast at present. A move is to, schrittchenweise. An era ends, finally, on 14 April with a farewell party in Würzburg. Before: two oral exams. A new era begins on Monday, already, in Stuttgart, the old country.
The last blog entry is almost two months ago. There was not much to write. And what there was to write, there was anywhere else to read, in nice digestible doses compact, thanks to the entry into the brave new world of Facebook almost exactly half a year. At first a bit hesitant, I have recently more and more rushed headlong into fun, let other tirelessly on moods and situations, my friends list enriched, have covered this way rendezvous with the past. But the more I dive into the whirlpool-like occurrences of the new era, the more antagonistic my feelings are about it. On Star Online is a condition report from Lucy Kellaway, columnist at the Financial Times in London published, which is about how little they understand Facebook. A friend ironically a friend network has posted in her blog recently delivered a passionate plea against the participation in social networks. The basic dilemma that comes to the language employed there, me in particular, as I said in my book those same loss of the original communication skills denounce that I see caused by the increasing focus on virtual contacts. Still, I've become a part of what I criticized - a very active to boot. Because there apparently are only two options: to mitzuschwimmen subordinate and to fully participate in the life of others. Or be confined to come out to be as anachronistic, in danger of losing touch with him or to produce no more first place. Perhaps the argument of coercion is just a cowardly excuse, intended to aufrechtzerhalten my self-image.
What really interested me: Why is our life, through the the unlimited possibilities of virtual reality has become easier so many times, and more hectic?
The last blog entry is almost two months ago. There was not much to write. And what there was to write, there was anywhere else to read, in nice digestible doses compact, thanks to the entry into the brave new world of Facebook almost exactly half a year. At first a bit hesitant, I have recently more and more rushed headlong into fun, let other tirelessly on moods and situations, my friends list enriched, have covered this way rendezvous with the past. But the more I dive into the whirlpool-like occurrences of the new era, the more antagonistic my feelings are about it. On Star Online is a condition report from Lucy Kellaway, columnist at the Financial Times in London published, which is about how little they understand Facebook. A friend ironically a friend network has posted in her blog recently delivered a passionate plea against the participation in social networks. The basic dilemma that comes to the language employed there, me in particular, as I said in my book those same loss of the original communication skills denounce that I see caused by the increasing focus on virtual contacts. Still, I've become a part of what I criticized - a very active to boot. Because there apparently are only two options: to mitzuschwimmen subordinate and to fully participate in the life of others. Or be confined to come out to be as anachronistic, in danger of losing touch with him or to produce no more first place. Perhaps the argument of coercion is just a cowardly excuse, intended to aufrechtzerhalten my self-image.
What really interested me: Why is our life, through the the unlimited possibilities of virtual reality has become easier so many times, and more hectic?
