It's an IRL Talk sort of day.
Tim is taking a Twitter break.
There are some things that I really need to spend some time on: my physical self, my mental self, my family, my home, my job, my podcast. And the list could go on. But you get the point.
As someone who has been enjoying an extended Twitter break, I can confirm that other areas of my life have definitely improved.
Watching a puppy a trying to listen to episode two of Fundamentally Broken. Everything is at least four times as hard while watching a puppy.
My Instapaper queue is down from 88 to 19.
I guess you could say it's been a productive day.
So it turns out I'm not very good at math. I ended up spending a day on Twitter 10 days short of a year.
You know what? It was fun. I talked to a few people who I haven't heard from in a while. I put a little lighthearted nonsense into the world. But mostly it was fun because it was temporary.
I've been singing this tune for years. Insurance is utterly broken, but by focusing on that, the real problem continues to spiral out of control.
Unlike any other business, prices in healthcare bear no relation to value. If you pay $50,000 for a car, chances are very good that you'll get a nicer car than if you pay $15,000. If you pay $2200 or $4500 for an MRI, there is pretty much no chance that you will get a better MRI than if you paid $730 or $420. (Yes, these are real prices, all from the same local market.)
It has been 365 days since I last posted to Twitter. Shortly after my sabbatical began, I added micropost support to this site. That scratched the itch of sharing snippets with the world easily.
Even when I invevitibly turn Twitter back on, I think I'll keep doing this. I like owning my words, even if I'm not so delusional to think they matter.
When turned to if. If turned to why.
Every once in a while, I will open Tweetbot just to see what's going on in the world. I close it quickly, because it's at least 90% garbage.
That 10%, though...
For a day, I'll come back. Feel free to @ me today, and I'll respond. But don't @ me tomorrow. It's just for today.
It's some weird sort of irony when an issue of an email newsletter urges you to unsubscribe from email newsletters, in order to simplify your life.