In this week’s column for The Saturday Evening Post, I talk about Don Pardo, the “sleep switch” inside our brains, and why you should eat a peach or two today.
I have a new piece up at Esquire, where I talk about why Jon Hamm isn’t going to win an Emmy next Monday. (Note: he deserves to win – he always deserves to win – but he’s not going to.)
In other news, I had a tooth pulled yesterday. A front tooth. I’ll go into more detail in the next issue of The Letter, but just a heads up if you see me around town and you think I got into a fight or something.
I still enjoy Twitter and Facebook.
I’m using them way too much. There are days when I keep clicking the “New Tweets” link over and over and over again, which can be time-consuming, considering new tweets show up every four seconds. I keep clicking on the “Connect” button, because I MUST KNOW WHO HAS MENTIONED ME OR RETWEETED ME OR LINKED TO ME, AND I HAVE TO KNOW IT NOW. I check Facebook 30 times a day to see who has Liked something I’ve posted or who has sent me a friend request or who has written a post I just HAVE to comment on. I hate to think about all of the hours I’ve wasted just playing a hashtag game, trying to come up with a clever entry, actually doing a search on Twitter to make sure no one already tweeted it. How did it come to this?
This is probably a failing on my part. A person can always “just say no” to social media when they have to get work done, but these things are so seductive and needed (especially if you’re involved in media and publishing and work online all day) and they’re only a click away that they grab hold of you. Before you know it you realize that you’ve tweeted more words that day than you’ve written. I have to plug my stuff! I have to retweet this! I have to comment on this post so people know my opinions! I have to congratulate this person on their promotion/birth/great post, even if I don’t know them! I have to make sure I don’t miss anything! I have to plug my stuff again! Ooo, maybe this celebrity will interact with me! I need to take this quiz to find out what kind of doughnut I am! Here’s video of a cat dancing! Hey, look, 9 ways you’re eating salad wrong! What’s happening now? How about now? And right now?
I love posting and reading things on social media, but there has to be a common sense limit. If I’m to be honest – and if a lot of people were to be honest – a lot of our posts have an agenda behind them. If we’re not plugging and promoting our stuff (which is fine, I do it too), we’re commenting on something that someone else has posted, which is really just another way of promoting ourselves. I see so many people on social media who will congratulate someone on a new job they got or a new baby, and at first I thought it was nice but then I got to thinking: why not just contact that person directly for something like that, via a DM or an e-mail? Because then the writer wouldn’t be publicly connected to that other person. You wouldn’t get to say, “hey, I mentioned this person’s @ address and we’re corresponding!” It’s a kind of performance, really, and you want your other followers to know that you “know” this person.
For a writer, social media (and the web in general) can be an amazing distraction. I envy the writers who can tweet or post on Facebook 10 times a day and still get work done. I’m not one of them. The great thing about social media – that there’s always something new and interesting to see – also happens to be what’s bad about it.
I know a lot of great writers on social media and they seem to get a lot of writing done while still tweeting. Some writers use it perfectly. That’s great for them. But I’ve also noticed a disturbing trend: writers who have actually given up on their web sites and their blogs because they now use social media exclusively. This strikes me as odd. Sure, reading clever tweets is a gas, but stopping the longform writing on your site so you can post on Twitter and Facebook more? I can’t imagine doing that. I still go directly to web sites and blogs to read what people have to say (if you still have a site or blog, that is).
It’s especially bad when there’s a huge news event, like the death of a celebrity. Your feeds become overwhelming and exhausting. Hundreds of people posting the same exact news. Remember the days when we didn’t know everything, when we had some separation between the news and our own lives, and we didn’t have a machine in our hands where we could know everything instantly? I actually miss that. There’s no mental breathing room anymore.
I remember being at the mall with my mother and sister 40 years ago, Christmas shopping. When we got home there was a note from my brother on the kitchen table that said “Bobby Darin died.” We didn’t know about it because we were at the mall and it was 1973 and no one could get that information until they got home. And we didn’t know what killed him or what people thought of him until we watched the evening news that night, or read about it the next day in the paper. I’m not saying I necessarily want to go back to those days, but there’s something to be said about not having this constant bombardment of news, information, and entertainment coming at you.
We don’t have to be connected all day, every day, just because we can be. It begins to affect our minds and our lives. When I logged out of Facebook recently the screen had a notice about their mobile app that said, “Heading Out? Stay Connected.” No Facebook, I don’t want to stay connected, BECAUSE I’M HEADING OUT. I’m sure a lot of younger people don’t remember the days when we didn’t carry around our phones, our mail, our televisions 24/7/365. I do, and it was glorious. There’s something to be said about having that separation. I don’t have to know about a celebrity’s death this very second, 99% of all e-mails can wait, and I don’t have to reply to a tweet instantly (if ever). I’m going to enjoy a movie/dinner at a restaurant/play without having to take a pic or post a tweet about it (and don’t get me started on Foursquare…) The web will still be there when I get home, and if you need to get in touch with me, leave a message at the beep (on my landline – I rarely use my cell).
I love computers and the web and gadgets and it’s amazing we can do what we do, but there is such a thing as too much. I think we all have ADD now. Everything is faster, faster, now, now, now. We all have to be connected all the time, everywhere. There’s no downtime anymore, and it’s weird. Hey, I’m eating dinner! Here’s a picture of that dinner! I feel happy! I feel sad! I went to the movies! Like me, share me, comment on my post! Selfie! Hashtag!
So here’s what I’m going to do: keep my Twitter and deactivate my Facebook account (for now – maybe even delete it completely at some point, we’ll see). While I think that the web was a better place before social media, that ship has sailed. Everything revolves around social media now. Twitter and/or Facebook are basic needs. You have your home address, your phone number, your e-mail address, and your social media accounts. I usually have a great time on social media and I’ve met some great people and I like keeping track of what family members are up to. But the reality is I have to start using them less. A lot less. They have to be places I visit, not where I live. There might even be days where I don’t tweet at all. What a concept!
It’s going to be good to get back to not doing things on social media time.
(This was originally posted in October 2011 and May 2013 but I updated it today.)
There’s a nasty rumor going around, started by me, saying that I had stopped The Letter. Nothing could be further than the truth.
Well, OK, I did stop it. But I think it was a decision brought on by summer heat and humidity, a temporary craziness that made me stop something I really enjoy doing (summer just zaps all energy and ambition out of me). But I’ve started it up again. What I’ll do is mail out a summer Letter later this month and then get back to regular monthly Letters in September.
When a writer starts out he or she has a picture in their head of the type of publications they’d love to write for and the type of writer they want to be. When I was 11 I desperately wanted to write for Mad and Cracked. When I got older I wanted to write for The New York Times and The Saturday Evening Post and Esquire. And as I mentioned earlier this week I wanted to write for a hit TV show and be married to Mary Tyler Moore.
Today I start a new weekly column for The Saturday Evening Post site. Each Friday I’ll round-up what’s happened in the past week in the news, media, and pop culture, along with talking about what happened this week in history, anniversaries, major events, that sort of thing. Please bookmark the site and check it out (you should also subscribe to the print Saturday Evening Post – it’s still a great magazine!).
When I was a kid, I wanted to be Jim Rockford.
I also wanted to be Rob Petrie (a writer with a beautiful wife) and Carl Kolchak (a writer who battled monsters), but I never actively did anything to become those fictional people (beyond becoming a writer, of course – but no wife or monsters yet). But I actually tried being Jim Rockford (minus the times he got beat up). When I was around 9 I opened up a private investigator’s office in my bedroom. It didn’t last long, though I did find my sister’s gloves one time when she lost them (they had fallen behind a table near the front door). When I was a teen and looking for a used car, I looked all over the place for a Pontiac Firebird. I didn’t find one, but I did get a Camaro that kinda-sorta passed for one if you didn’t think about it too much. And when I got my first answering machine I tried to make a message that sounded a lot like Rockford’s: a little weary but quick and to the point.
James Garner died over the weekend at age 86, another reminder that all of the people we grew up with are going away. He was one of those actors that was always good no matter what he was in, with an easy-going, unpretentious charm that not many actors can pull off. He seemed like a normal, good guy who just happened to star in several iconic roles (and from what I hear from people I know who worked with him that’s what he was, normal and good). You got the sense that Garner was in on the joke. He took the work seriously but not himself.
NBC tried to remake The Rockford Files a couple of years ago (with Dermot Mulroney – that’s just weird) but no one liked the pilot so it was scrapped. There might even be a big screen version with Vince Vaughn as the star. But we all know it won’t be the same. It just won’t be the same.
Update: TCM is going to have an all-day tribute to Garner next Monday, July 28, starting at 6am. Here’s the schedule.
Today is the 25th anniversary of the most underrated James Bond movie and I wrote about it for Esquire.