Short version: Email + Cell + SMS + IM = Nothing left to say
Long version: Remember this? Dad comes home from work, takes a shower, goes to the dinner table. The family gathers for dinner. Dad asks mom how her day went. Dad pretends to be interested in a story about ironing and the Young and the Restless. Dad’s turn. What is he drinking? Bud light or wine = good day. Scotch = brace yourself. Then it’s around the table with the kids – what did you learn today? If the phone rings, nobody answers – we’re having dinner.
Nowadays the wife and I take our dinner plates to the living room and park on the couch in front of the TV. I sometimes say, “tell me about your day.” Of course, I already know there’s nothing left to say. Anything worth saying has already been communicated in real time via Blackberry.
“I had a meeting today – oh, I IMed you about that… we went to lunch at – oh yeah, I sent you a text mesage about that… it looks like the company is going to release a – nevermind, I sent you an email about that… Well you know, it was just another day. How was your day?”
“Looks like there’s a House rerun on. It’s the one where it was Lupus.”
Occasionally I don’t send messages just so I have something to say at night.