Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Procrastination Theatre

This is my second post of the day. I have been pottering around, doing laundry and ironing, revising some stuff for the ICND2 exam I'm taking on Thursday, and it is a clear, cool day here. Needless to say, I've found it hard concentrating on the tasks at hand, and have been procrastinating by fiddling with Tweetdeck and writing blog posts that I worry don't make sense even though according to the Blogger stats, less than five people have ever read one of my posts.

In addition, I was getting ready for a hellish session with my personal trainer in about an hour's time, but he's just texted to say he is unavailable today and so my session will be tomorrow. It puts off the pain for a day, but now I am left looking for anything to do apart from going over OSPF authentication for the fifth time.

Which leads me to ponder about the gym I go to and the microcosm of technological society it appears to be. The gym I go to has televisions on all of the equipment - stationary bikes, treadmills, and so on - with earphone sockets for the gym goers to plug in to. Those who don't partake are wearing their iPods. People on recumbent bikes are furiously texting with their smartphones. I know I have spent time checking email while exercising. And nobody is talking to each other. Even people who come in to the gym in pairs or as a group split up, find a machine, plug in and tune out. It is extraordinary. It's like the Matrix.

The gym is an environment which lends itself to the solitary pursuit. I know when I'm drenched in sweat halfway though a ten kilometer stint on the stationary bike (how odd is that statement, referencing distance on a non-moving piece of equipment), the last thing I want to do is have a chat with a similarly sweaty person. But it is an odd thing, that many of these people are communicating, just not with anyone in the room.

So after posting up that pithy observation, it is time to get up and go to the gym. After I finish another chapter of the ICND2 book. After I have a cup of tea. And get the laundry off the line.

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