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Step away from the exhausting digital chatter

The more I talk with people about the state we find ourselves in, the more I sense a thirst to break from the digital madness that has infected our country, our politics, and our brains.

At the risk of sounding like a hopelessly antediluvian curmudgeon, let me suggest a more analog approach. *

In an essay entitled After You Vote: Unplug, Cal Newport— the author of Slow ProductivityA World Without Email, Digital Minimalism, and Deep Work, among other books—makes a suggestion that could be helpful no matter who you voted for on November 5th.

(U)se the stress of this election to be the final push needed to step away from the exhausting digital chatter that’s been dominating your brain. Take a break from social media. Stop listening to news podcasts. Unsubscribe, at least for a while, from those political newsletters clogging your inbox with their hot takes and tired in-fighting.”

It is easy to see why this move might be necessary. It can also be good for you and for the country. Many wise people take a further step and suggest that we be intentional about how we direct “our newly liberated attention” even if our decision is to live in a more unstructured fashion.

I’m not suggesting we give up or give in. The fight for justice and democracy is never-ending and it requires our participation. But obsessing over social media is not the way forward.

Reconnecting with nature is an almost universal prescription for restoring our wholeness as a people. In Washington, we are blessed with an abundant tree canopy which encloses 37% of the city. The nation’s capital is fourth among U.S. communities with the most tree coverage per capita. While our drought has dimmed the full exuberance of color as seen in recent years, this fall we’ve nonetheless had many examples of trees ablaze with magnificent color.

The analog world is quite beautiful. Yet I’ve noticed a tendency among too many residents to hurry past this amazing display.

Even Rock Creek Park, a veritable cathedral of nature, is not immune to our mental disappearance. Drivers rush through, barely noticing their surroundings. Elsewhere heads are buried in smartphones in the midst of some of the area’s most stunning displays, like the blanket the ginkgo tree lays upon the ground in the fall.

Fall in downtown Silver Spring
A view from an earlier fall morning in downtown Silver Spring

Essayist Maria Popova reminds us that “to live wonder-smitten with reality is the gladdest way to live.” But we have to take the time to recognize the wonder, the joyful, the fulfilling that sparks awe in humans.

We find wonder not just in nature but in leisurely lunches and conversations at a sidewalk cafe, in talks with a child as they explore the world around them, in deep reading of books, in simply finding a bench on which to sit and think. However, too few of us choose to order our hours and days this way. The ability to live wonder-smitten lives is often crushed by a culture that demands that we always hustle, striving to achieve more. It is the race that never ends.

The difficulty of finding the proper balance in a fast-paced world is an oft-heard complaint. In times of great stress it is even more important to step back. To think. Watch. Heal.

We can still stay connected to the world, but in different ways.

“I suggest you switch to a slower pace of media consumption,” [writes Newport]. “Don’t laugh at this suggestion, because I’m actually serious: consider picking up the occasional old-fashioned printed newspaper (free from algorithmic optimization and click-bait curation) at your local coffee shop or library to check in, all at once, on anything major going on in the world.”

We have discovered modernity and, unfortunately, latched on to the parts that are unfulfilling for too many of us. We can fly, but at what cost? E.B. White once wrote, “The curse of flight is speed. Or, rather, the curse of flight is that no opportunity exists for dawdling.”

In place of the rat race and the digital clutter, focus on what sociologist Hartmut Rosa calls “moments of resonance.” When things really touch us, they resonate within us. We’ve all had these moments, but we have to be present in the experience.

Slow down and you might find yourself not only more productive but also exhibiting the type of love that is far more than an emotion, but is, instead, something of great activity. Newport suggests we aim our newfound time “toward real community, with real people who actually live near you, to retrain your brain to stop thinking of the world as hopelessly fractured into vicious tribes.”

(Credit: Mar from Pixabay)

Finally, consider reading books again. “There’s a pleasure in the conquest of deep ideas that’s been lost as we thrashed in a digital sea of churning distraction.”

But don’t over plan this new approach.

“The good life has more aimless wandering, less frantic racing, more spontaneity, less scurrying,” asserts Brian Klaas. “It gives us the space to do one of the most important things a human can do: to notice and relish the joyful, the fulfilling, or even the merely pleasant bits of life.”

One of the things [Uncle Alex] found objectionable about human beings was that they so rarely noticed it when they were happy. He himself did his best to acknowledge it when times were sweet. We could be drinking lemonade in the shade of an apple tree in the summertime, and Uncle Alex would interrupt the conversation to say, “If this isn’t nice, what is?”

So I hope that you will do the same for the rest of your lives. When things are going sweetly and peacefully, please pause a moment, and then say out loud, “If this isn’t nice, what is?”

Kurt Vonnegut

Take your head out of your smartphone. Avoid the doomscrolling. Look around. Embrace the liminality in life. Remember that “we are here to keep watch, not to keep.” Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.

And bash into some joy along the way.

More to come . . .

DJB


*Yes, I understand the irony of the fact that the essays that Cal Newport and I posted are online.


Photo of Rock Creek Park (credit NPS)

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I am David J. Brown (hence the DJB) and I originally created this personal newsletter more than fifteen years ago as a way to capture photos and memories from a family vacation. Afterwards I simply continued writing. Over the years the newsletter has changed to have a more definite focus aligned with my interest in places that matter, reading well, roots music, heritage travel, and more. My professional background is as a national nonprofit leader with a four-decade record of growing and strengthening organizations at local, state, and national levels. This work has been driven by my passion for connecting people in thriving, sustainable, and vibrant communities.

8 Comments

  1. robynryle's avatar
    robynryle says

    Really appreciated this, David. I, too, feel this urge to turn away from the digital world. I hope it spreads. I hope we can sustain it. I think it might be key to our survival.

    Did you watch the World Series? What a great one, I thought.

    • DJB's avatar

      Thanks, Robyn. I’m trying to turn away but find it hard. I did unsubscribe from a bunch of political newsletters yesterday (but I kept my subscription to “You Think Too Much”! I learn so much from reading your essays.)

      I did watch all the World Series (thankfully it wrapped up before I left the country for a trip). I thought it was great, even though with the Dodgers and Yankees it was a bit like Godzilla vs. Kong. However, being an old National League guy, I was glad to see LA pull through. That disastrous 5th inning for the Yankees just shows what happens when you think you have enough talent to overcome lack of preparation.

      Take care, and keep writing.
      DJB

  2. Janet Hulstrand's avatar

    Thanks David. I have been taking deliberate breaks from watching the news when I realize I know enough for now, and knowing more right in this moment is not going to be good for me. At those times I’m turning to music to calm myself down and feed my soul. I started with Satie and Chopin Nocturnes. Now finding Baroque choral music both healing and strengthening. And yes. The trees are beautiful at this time of year. Sending you love, and courage, from France.

    • DJB's avatar

      Thank you, Janet, for these thoughts. I definitely should have added music to the list of things we can do to reconnect with the world. I’ve been to two choral evensongs at the National Cathedral this month, and just having the sound wash over you in that beautiful space as the sun goes down is cleansing for the soul. I expect that I join almost all your friends in envying your life in France. Candice and I return the love to you, my friend. Take care – DJB

      • Janet Hulstrand's avatar

        One of the many things I love about Paris is the pianos they have in several of the train stations that anyone who wants to can play. (A vous de jouer is the invitation). Whenever I have the time (and the piano in Gare de l’Est is not already being played) I sit down and play a little tune or two that I can play from memory.

        Yesterday, as I was feeling particularly unsettled by a variety of both small and insignifcant, and larger, more significant things, I was happy to see that the piano was available. I sat down and played first the Ashokan Farewell; and then Danny Boy. Two rather elegiacal tunes that nonetheless helped me to feel recentered, and even a little bit happier.

        My mom told me that when I was a child she could always tell when I had had a challenging day at school because I headed straight for the piano when I got home. Turns out that it works the same magic for me now, well into my adulthood. 🙂

        I will never stop being grateful to my parents for giving me that gift.

      • DJB's avatar

        Janet,

        This made me smile so much. I can see you in my mind playing the piano at your Christmas parties, and I’m just transposing that to Paris. What a wonderful gift for you to give to the world, not to mention the gift of music given by your parents. We are so blessed.

        Take care, my friend.
        DJB

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