It happened yet again this morning. While I was busily scrolling through Facebook and sipping on coffee, the app rather cheerfully reminded me that I might want to revisit my “memories”. Against all odds, and with far more cautionary signs than I’d like to admit, I clicked on the notification. In face palm worthy form, it showed me a status update from my Facebook account where, twelve years ago, I furiously ranted how my smartphone…
I’m standing in someone’s living room and my coat is barely off and I begin to feel it: The twitch…
Every once in a while I imagine myself as a peculiar individual from an endangered species: Homo sapiens netflixus absentis.…
It hit me like a brick wall on a Tuesday night while I was immersed in my phone around 11:30 PM. My wife went to bed a few hours earlier and recommended that I work on my wellness plan instead of staring at my phone for hours on end. I decided to stretch that recommendation and operate under the belief that staring at a phone, even for the purpose of tracking screen time, was borderline…
There’s this pure panic that washes over me the moment I open my laptop after hours and realize that I’ve…