Totes blogging, at the mome.

I walked into this media deprivation assignment already slightly media deprived. I had taken my MacBook to the folks at the Mac Store to be fixed. What they said would take two days ended up being a long, painful 9-day process (And it was only done on that 9th day because I went in and raised hell). But even with that small taste, I would find myself walking back to my room in Patapsco and sitting at my computer desk bewildered. No Facebook? No myUMBC? What is this computer desk for without a computer lying upon it? So many questions.

I returned home for spring break, alas, still without my beloved MacBook. Two days into the break, I decided it would be a great day to be media deprived. I went to sleep Monday night without watching television, in contrast to how I usually go to bed watching the unrelenting re-runs of Hardball, Countdown, and Rachel Maddow’s show. Good thing I caught them earlier so I could sleep soundly.

I woke up on the early side to the buzzer sound on my alarm clock. It was not as a relaxing wake-up as the usual specially chosen iPod song, but it did the job. It was rough getting ready in the morning, doing my hair and makeup, and getting dressed, without watching the news. I like to catch it to catch up on important things that are supposed to happen during the day, like press conferences or signing legislation. I had never gotten ready in the morning so fast before! However, it was not to my advantage, because I couldn’t think of anything to do with all my extra time. Then I remembered I did not have to be print media deprived, so I yelled down to my father to please turn off the television, then trotted on downstairs. I asked him to recommend some newspaper articles before he left for work, and I sat down and read while I ate my cereal. It was kind of hard reading that early in the morning. I constantly found my mind wandering and feeling sleepier and sleepier. What I would have given for some optical stimulation from the television to wake me up a little…

Rather easily, I convinced my mother to join me on my one hour fifteen minute music-less drive to Columbia Mall to pick up my computer. The time flew by talking to my mom, as we usually do in a car anyway. The only difference I could tell was I was fidgeting less with my iPod, therefore, driving safer. When we arrived at the mall, I found myself constantly having to leave stores to get away from the music (I was trying to have the most authentic media deprivation as possible). However, the only store not playing music was the pet store, and I had to stay with my mom since there would be no way to find her in the mall without a phone, so I had to enter the other stores. It just goes to show that it is just about impossible to be indoors in a commercial area and get away from media.

Meanwhile, I was getting fidgety knowing that I had an iPod Touch in my pocket, that the mall has Wi-fi, and I have a Facebook application with which, by a click of a single button, I could be checking my notifications. And I thought having my phone off would make it less of a temptation. Wrong. I wanted to know if anyone was texting me. And this temptation wasn’t happening every hour. It was about every 10 minutes (or I think… I use my cell phone as a watch.). The biggest slap in the face, however, was walking into the Mac Store to get my computer. All the rows of computers and iPhones and iPods were calling my name. Surprisingly, I was strong enough to resist. I got my MacBook and got out of that store as fast as I could.

My mom and I got home around 7pm. I had about 4 hours left. And I had no idea what to do with myself.

To avoid the anxiety I started to feel, I had to think fast… A BOARD GAME! Scrabble took up a good hour and a half, but all anyone wanted to do was sit down in the living room and find a good show to watch. I felt almost as if I was being ostracized for not watching television. I couldn’t be with my family because of the assignment. As I sat in my room alone, I realized that, as Howard Gardner puts it in his piece “The End of Literacy? Don't Stop Reading,” “periods of lonely silence or privacy,” absolutely do, “seem toxic.” So toxic, in fact, that I gave up and decided to just sleep. So, I took out an old book I’d been meaning to finish, laid in bed, and eventually dosed off to sleep.

Going into this assignment, I knew I would feel anxious and lost, but knowing still did not prepare me for the task. Even though I had almost my whole day planned out so that not having technologies wouldn’t bother me, it still did! Why does every second of my day have to be filled with some filler of television noise or music for me to feel like my day is full? When I had only 2 more hours left to go, I gave up and went to sleep. And you better believe that I woke up a few hours later and checked my phone and Facebook.

As Danna Walker describes in her article, “The Longest Day,” that some of her students felt guilty of being so addicted to technologies, I did, too. Even though it is part of my culture, and it’s not entirely my fault, per say, I do feel as though I may be missing out on the world by sitting in front of a computer. Maybe if I deprive myself more often, I could make more plans to do things with friends and family to distract myself from technology. I could get out and see more things. I could read more books. I could have more conversations. I could meet new people, not just an arbitrary name on Facebook in the UMBC network.

But it is just too damn comfy sitting in this computer chair.