It occurs to me that July is pretty much over, and August is close at hand. This summer is flying by, and I kind of feel like I’m having to hang on tightly, lest I end up falling on my ass.

I sort of wonder what life would be like if blogging never existed. Would writing down the weary sorrows of my tired soul into a battered notebook have the same kind of feeling of quasi-catharsis?

Everyone talks about how the world is now hyperconnected because of cel phones, the Internet, wi-fi, etc., etc., but I’m definitely feeling the flipside of all this, possibly more isolated than ever.

Part of it is my lifestyle, specifically, the fact that for the past three years I’d been working an average of 80 hours a week. Part of it is the firehose of information I’m presented with everyday. Probably, part of it is that I’m kind of a sucky friend

In 1994 I used to keep in pretty decent touch with people through e-mail. Then the experience got ruined because of the goddamn spammers. In 1997 I kept in touch with people on IM. In 2003 I sent people messages through Friendster and MySpace.

There used to be people I would talk to at least once a week. Now it’s possible for me to go weeks without talking to anyone, aside from consumer transactions or work.

I don’t know what my point is. I guess it’s always a little lonely at 1:20 a.m. when you can’t go to sleep.