I’m mostly finishing up what will be the next to last draft of my PhD dissertation, prepping for my new classes (awesome!), and working on several art projects that will be launched in the first half of this year – video, print, net, conceptual, interactive, and many combinations in between. But I also spend a LOT of time circumventing my inbox. You know what I mean. Here’s a great li’l quote from Merlin Mann, via Clay Shirky, which was printed on Andrew Sullivan’s blog by Patrick Appel (my brain hurts just typing that interconnection):
Email is such a funny thing. People hand you these single little messages that are no heavier than a river pebble. But it doesn’t take long until you have acquired a pile of pebbles that’s taller than you and heavier than you could ever hope to move, even if you wanted to do it over a few dozen trips. But for the person who took the time to hand you the pebble it seems outrageous that you can’t handle the one tiny thing. “What ‘pile’? It’s just a pebble!”
And of course, the only reason they handed you the pebble in the first place, is cuz they like the work you had been doing until you had to spend all your time answering email.
