Been taking a bit of break in these parts of late, still reading and watching a lot, writing a fair share of offline stuff, and plowing through a lot of trashy beach novels which, I’ve decided, are my antidote to over connectedness. (It’s also a great way to spend 4.5 hours on the tarmac while on your way to missing a keynote in Colorado…) Playing with some tools and my jail broken then unjail broken iPhone and all the new apps. Kind of in grazing mode. It’s troubling (?) though that at moments I still feel what I can only describe as some weird form of network separation anxiety from time to time, like I must be missing something important or not learning everything I need to learn. It passes more quickly the longer I stay away, it seems. Now, for instance, when I look at the really compelling video stuff that Dan Meyer is cranking out my first response isn’t “I need to find the time to learn that” as much as it is “thank god he’s investing the time and sharing out his reflections,” then reading and reflecting on others reflections, letting it all just sit.

Went for a couple of days to Virginia Beach to visit with Sheryl and her family and we spent a lot of time in a boat on the bay fishing and reading and chatting. In talking with her son Noah about how connected we all seem to be (text messages in between casts, etc.) one of us hit on the phrase above, and it bounced around in my brain for a bit. It seemed to fit the place I’m in right now, attempting, with pretty good success, actually, to control my connectedness, and to let the conversations happen elsewhere, jumping in when I feel compelled. Connecting, (ironically) to Nancy White’s idea of slow communities (like slow food) and wondering some more about the process of network participation and how much pull is too much pull, etc.

And that’s it…just checking in…just wanted to capture that. You have a great day now…