“Because I have failed to organize my 221 Facebook friends or the 551
people I follow on Twitter into any kind of order, a wave of random
digital news washes over me hourly, with updates from my former high
school band director, my boss’s boss’s boss, an eco-activist
organization to which I once gave $10, Anthony Bourdain, my youngest
brother’s former girlfriend and my dog all arriving in an unending,
unedited stream. (Yes, the dog has her own Facebook page, don’t ask.)
Last week a new contact on LinkedIn emailed me to helpfully point out
that my Career Summary there is more than a year out of date. I’ll get
right on that.”
—Writer Tracy Mayer in Salon: Thanks, Google +, for my digital meltdown
“Because I have failed to organize my 221 Facebook friends or the 551
people I follow on Twitter into any kind of order, a wave of random
digital news washes over me hourly, with updates from my former high
school band director, my boss’s boss’s boss, an eco-activist
organization to which I once gave $10, Anthony Bourdain, my youngest
brother’s former girlfriend and my dog all arriving in an unending,
unedited stream. (Yes, the dog has her own Facebook page, don’t ask.)
Last week a new contact on LinkedIn emailed me to helpfully point out
that my Career Summary there is more than a year out of date. I’ll get
right on that.”
—Writer Tracy Mayer in Salon: Thanks, Google +, for my digital meltdown