Okay,this is the post where I am outing myself: I can’t keep up.
While my friends in general may think I am tech-obsessed, Miz Edge of the Universe (at least the blogosphere), insiders in the Valley know that I’m hopeless outclassed by the digerati whose deepest passion is having an opinion on the next big thing (and all the little things on the way to the NBT).
I-just-can’t-keep-up. And frankly, Scarlett, I’m not sure I should give a damn.
What is Mernit whining about tonight?

• It’s twittr, dudes, and Jaiku and thousands of other little applications that other people who seem unable to step away from the computer keep blogging about, endlessly, with the fascination of kids staring down the wrong end of the microscope into a universe, that, suddenly, seems very small.
• And it’s etsy and ebay and apartment therapy and mighty goods and all the thousands of interesting podcasts, vlogs and blogs everyone is creating, so that the virtual pile of user-generated content is rising higher and higher, spilling out of a virtual closet and filling all the space in the room, more content that I can ever keep up with or absorb, most of it generated by some friend of a friend.
• And then it’s flickr, and Yahoo groups and all the email notifications and alerts on everything from cheap airfares to new shoestores with millions of new shoes.

I just can’t keep up. All the bites and bytes we create are just burying me.

I can barely read and use and experiment with the things I already know and use, let alone make room to have an opnion about the river of products and data flowing into my life.

Arrgghhhhh. What have we wrought?

Oh, I know–information and application fatigue. Welcome to Monday, everyone.