Regarding “The Morning Gloss” (have you Glossed yet?) ๐Ÿ™‚ , it should be evident that I have been fiddling with how to deal with the earliest portion of each day’s barrage of impressions involving the mediation of reality.

What should one get out of the comparatively isolated experience of sitting at a desktop computer (or other device) absorbing opinion and reportage from around the world?

Where is one to dwell?

In some ways, the shine has come off the Internet with familiarity and the formation of routines involving it. Politics, pizza, porn, and groceries plus unlimited other shopping have not only brought worlds to my eyes but (within the bounds of both law and preference for an honorable existence) to my door.

For all the improvements . . . where has been the improvement?

So with an electronic node on the pulse of the world as well as options for enjoying someone else’s ride through the countryside (virtual drives), I am with age approaching decluttering, downsizing, essentializing — not minimalizing: one may still enjoy having options within every common category of accoutrement, hobby, and tool — and the melancholy but necessary business of cleaning up after one’s own life.

What to do with BackChannels?

Rather than answer, my first inclination is to retreat some from “life online”, return to reading at length for depth and insight as well as the pleasure of it when in the company of accomplished authors and poets.

We are very few of us — analysts, bloggers, researchers — possessed of power beyond our insights and perspectives, and I would guess many prefer as I do a healthy solitude.

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