I've been 'about' to write my poor, neglected folks and family an email for the past month. I'd almost be inclined to say that I've been too busy to write, but honestly that would be a lie of magnanimous proportions!
I've gotten sucked into the Social Media Hole, having started up my Twitter account, joined Google+ and synced the aforementioned with my Facebook account, my Gmail account and my mobile...
I'm loathe to admit it, but the more time I spend trying to integrate and 'streamline' my media and social networks circles, the less and less I actually contribute anything meaningful and actually accomplish something.
I have posited in the past that the more and more technologically aware and dependant we get, despite all this technological advancement seemingly bringing the World and the Populous closer together, we're not any closer to one another - if anything we're further removed and hidden behind our 'transparency' of technology. All I have to do to illustrate this is to refer to my not writing to my family, or to mention my Dad (having recently gotten a new Blackberry mobile) having not contacted me in two months, both having my email address, my Facebook profile available, my mobile never being off and everything synced through said mobile. I am just as guilty though...
That being said, and as an aside - not done, I have come up with some varied and interesting thoughts, one of which seemed to be a notion of a new bicycle frame design (that's still up in the air, I'll eventually get round to installing my design software and put the proverbial pen to pixelated paper, one day...) and a realisation that we're all in the service industry. Yes, all of us!
So I draughted this piece, a little long-winded ditty on service and how the various levels of service get the level of notice they get, and how the level of service and it's position in the service level pecking order doesn't correlate to notice it receives. All of this stems from the fact I'm still without gainful employment nearly four months into my stay in the Republic of Ireland. Depressing!
Routine is the key - it entices and incites accomplishment, but that's for another time. Enough waffling.
