Old School

When I’m annoyed by all the distractions that my laptop provides, I start to think how much more productive I might be if I wrote on a typewriter. I wouldn’t be tempted to check me email every half hour or so — because, you know, I’m an important man and people are constantly contacting me about important and urgent shit. I wouldn’t be able to creep around Facebook and see what people I haven’t talked to in over a decade had for breakfast this morning. I wouldn’t waste an hour of my time watching commercials that aired in Ontario during the 1980s (seriously, check out this Youtube channel and tell me that it’s not a complete time-suck: Retrontario). I wouldn’t be able to look anything up on Wikipedia, and therefore wouldn’t be pulled into the never-ending hyperlinked vortex of information-I’ll-never-use. But then, I think about not having a backspace or delete button, and I start to get a panic attack.