My Twitterstream have slowed a little these past months. I’ve pretty much stopped listening to news radio. It’s strange. I’ve always been a radio nut. The gap between the end of the Pat Kenny show and the News At One was my daily nadir. I often found myself relistening to segments of Morning Ireland to tide me over the Mooney show straight towards Drivetime or The Last Word. I hasten to add that David Hanley is still my favourite radio uncle.
I haven’t bought a Sunday newspaper in months. And it’s been good. I’m suddenly 16 again.
Divorcing oneself away from the medium slowly while the flames of the News of the World hacking, the sick events of the Utoya shootings and #Aras11 licked our news cycles has been good. There’s more reading, writing and thinking. I’m buying more stationary.
While all this good stuff fizzles away, reengaging with news on Twitter and some online news sites has been a largely empty experience. News in the shape of a photocopy of a photocopy infinity. Don’t you feel like a girl waiting for the Jetsons’ flying car too?