[fr] Tout ce temps réel sur le web me fatigue. On néglige les expressions plus profondes que permet le web, sur nos blogs par exemple.
I find that I’m increasingly tired with real-time. Keeping up with the stream. Living on the cutting-edge. I like diving into deeper explorations that require me to step out of the real-time stream of tweets and statuses and IRC and IM conversations.
I like reading and writing.
I’ve never been much of a “news” person — and I know that my little self and my little blog have no chance of competing with the Techcrunches and ReadWriteWebs and GigaOms that seem to be all over the place now.
Life is real-time enough. I like spending time on the web like in a book.
I still love Twitter and Facebook and Tumblr and all the transient stuff that’s floating around — but sometimes I feel like I let myself get lost in it.
Once again, I’m back here, on my blog.
Real-time is overrated. Real-time is like boulevard journalism frantically chasing “new” and “important” events when it’s actually more like a dog chasing its own tail.
Aye.