Don't let the debris "poison" our brains.

Not long ago, the Chinese internet community's living fossil and vegetable head announced that it was ready to stop Weibo,

Ready to stop Weibo for a while, not to dive. The reason is that I suspect that the fragmented reading of Weibo is damaging my brain, and I'm worried that I can't read or read deeply. Do not write micro Bo I am still me, but can not read the words I am nothing. At the same time, Weibo makes people irritable, easy to provoke, gullible, unable to focus, I think it is better for a while. Wish you all a happy, selling Meng smooth!88!

Then he went back to the trough, releasing the two blogs of "fragmentation of survival" and "debris-low-energy", expressing a reflection on the rule of technology. The full text reads as follows:

I have to tell you the truth: I have no way to read.

It is not the inability to read or the resistance that arises from boredom. It has nothing to do with understanding and emotion, but as a physical disease, and it is powerless in its own part. I can't even read a single bar, I can't control my eyes, it seems it's twisting and turning to find a pause, otherwise I won't go on working. At the same time, after reading a text, suddenly the mind will be blank, and then those words and meaning suddenly disappeared. Because of this reason, also can not talk about understanding, not to form a general impression. In addition, what scares me more is that my attention simply couldn't stay on a page for long, it was always moving, like a mercury snake, drilling through the pages and countless ideas, trying to establish a connection between two unrelated points. And most of the time such efforts are futile, but the mind is wasted, so that people quickly feel tired of God.

I think this is the result of years of micro-blogging training. Microblogging requires a person to quickly jump between the various information, not on any one message to stay too much time. It also requires a person to consume as fast as possible a piece of information, bite it quickly, suck the juice out of it, and then spit it out. Finally, for those who have original content on Weibo, Weibo requires you to quickly sift through massive pieces of information and then connect to two fragments that have not been associated with each other, and then express that connection in a nifty way so that you can win the cheers and applause of the audience. You don't need to know why, just keep judging what's "what" and then combine a series of "What's". So even the simplest logic is discarded. I've been on Weibo long enough that the impact is heavy enough.

Reading, by contrast, is a completely different pattern. Deep reading requires you to stay focused on the page and concentrate on all your energies, because you have to think while you are reading. Need a person can continue to read tens of thousands of words, and then a little pause, organize thoughts, perfect the mind of the structure of the book, a little to form the overall impression. Especially for people with enough reading, he will continue to extract the associated books in the brain to analyze and contrast, reading a book is to read more than ten books at the same time. This process requires a high concentration of attention, because once the thought is interrupted, it is difficult to go back to the previous establishment of the reading atmosphere, completely from the original book of the mood of the exit.

The whole process of reading is long and continuous, accompanied by silence and contemplation. This is quite different from Weibo, which is the kind of teacher who says, you raise your hand and yell, "I know!" Rapid response. This is not just a matter of habit, it fundamentally changes the pattern of thinking. The form is content, the carrier decides the content, this manifests very obviously on the microblog. Microblogging is not a place to think, how to make the most appropriate response in the shortest possible time is the most important, the reaction is more than all, stand above all. Through the domestication of Weibo, a person is likely to have changed the physiological structure of the cerebral cortex. Making jokes about hot spots is a good proof that all the jokes don't provide fresh ideas, they're just synonyms, trying to repeat or define the same thing again and again, and then reinforce and magnify the thing. So, it is the salt that is given when thirsty.

In view of this, I announced today to suspend the update of Weibo, but also do not go to micro-bo diving, completely from this large environment disconnect. Try some restorative training, including reading and writing. I want to be able to continue thinking about the same thing by reading some long texts and restoring my past focus. In addition, use writing to express the process of thinking in a complete and continuous manner, to restore the ability to think rather than respond.

Stop to find that the world around you has changed a lot. Now that the world is basically a large display of information debris, complete information is rare. All you can know is the moment of the moment. People seem to be satisfied with this, listen to a singer 60 seconds of singing to decide his fate, in search engine returned results column in 5 seconds to decide who to open, on the iphone screen jumped out of the information prompted by the first 10 words to decide whether to open read the full text ... In Charlie Chaplin's film "Modern Times", Industrial workers repeat the same action more than 10 hours a day on the assembly line, and we are now facing information fragments seven days a week, 24 hours each, waiting to respond. In this new world, time beginning, only a transient moment. Event Woold, only a text message you face at this moment. I suddenly feel extreme horror and despair, I feel that there is no difference with an automatic machine: read a piece of information with the eye, using the picker to forward, reply, skip three choices. The process is endless. Even when you finally stop to rest, just a few minutes of boredom, continue to pick up the phone, the processing of information fragments as a pastime!

In the past, I have made many decisions. Many of them appeared to be too impulsive and did not think carefully. But once the idea of a moratorium is raised, it is hard to expel it from the heart. Until I wrote down the notice, closed the page, suddenly in the bottom of my heart to create a relief of ease. At the moment, I still can't read a book coherently, but it seems that I have regained the ability to write more than 1500 words. Thankfully, I still have the ability to engage in this ancient form of self-expression. In the fragmented world, try to form a little "block". I hope they can become "noodles", or even "body", so I can also be bombarded with various pieces of information and kill, find a place to gasp.

I'm a fragmented information-impaired person, and this is a serious illness, like dyslexia, a dense object phobia. However, my illness did not cause the world enough attention, which makes me feel very unfair. Other people only need to gently say "I have a dense object fear" at the table, the owner immediately with enough apology, the sunflower to be removed down. At the same time, you can fully understand the swallowing caviar. Who can understand the fragmentation of information like me?

Sina Weibo brush screen play, I can brush the highest one day 100. With 10 replies per article and 5 forwarding calculations, I browsed 1500 messages a day. Plus the people I care about, their speeches and their comments, the total amount of information may rise to more than 3,000. I think this is far from my limit, in the rice I paid attention to tens of thousands of people in Tencent Weibo I paid attention to thousands, according to past statistics, I deal with debris information daily limit about 8,000. I feel very frustrated with this number, because with the news on Twitter, Facebook, watercress, micro-mail and QQ, I don't have half the information I can handle per day.

Luckily, I stayed on the internet long enough to invent all kinds of information filters. The filtration standard was made by myself: the limit on the number of sources of information should be less than 2 hours away, without letting me miss the important events that occur daily in my area of concern. Through this filtering and compression, I still have to browse thousands of information every day, and only 24 hours a day. Considering that a lot of information after browsing may have to follow up, search for relevant information and background, I think that only 24 hours a day limit is not reasonable. However, I can not change the Sun Dongsheng West, the conclusion is only my low-energy.

Recalling that many years ago, Iris, a Chinese-American authoress who studied the Nanjing massacre, suddenly died, and I helped a newspaper edit two full-page commemorative topics as a netizen. Within 48 hours I was almost sleepless, browsing through all the pages I could find with Ms. Zhang, and i even searched for her high School reunion newsletter. I read all the book reviews about her, as well as the academic controversy that sparked her book in the United States. Finally, I finished the project on my own understanding. I believe that the topic is somewhat useful, that is probably the first time in the domestic media to comprehensively introduce all the iris, so that a Chinese official media "foreign correspondents" almost intact my article "compiled according to external media reports" back to China.

It's almost impossible to think about it today, because if I look for information about her on a social-networking search engine, I'm sure the return is a whole-screen reprint, with the same content. And I don't have the time to think about who she is and what she does. I do not have 48 hours, I have about 5 minutes to make the first article about the memory of her words, lit candles, write "is the Chinese on the turn." Then there are 10 minutes of time to make a second article, there will be a picture of her and the children, happy to stand in the sun, and then find a similar to the mother and the emotional point of the heart to write a poke in the hearts of the words. If none of this has changed my information into the hot spots of the day, then I can find a malicious attack and slander in the next climax, just write "dry" three words, and then click the forwarding key, a predictable forward small orgasm will occur in a few minutes.

In comparison, I prefer the previous approach. Strictly speaking, I would prefer to have a reporter interview Iris's family, classmates, colleagues, publishers, to find the great controversy between the two parties who support her and against her, write two pages of in-depth report. In the core report, ask the best journalist to write her life through her journey, revealing how her endless excavation of history and humanity has destroyed herself. To prove that even persistent, the atrocities of the past have still had the power to swallow the heart, enough to put a woman into depression and despair. I think that might be a better story than the one I used the engine for. Information processing is not omnipotent, even if you master all the Web pages, they can not automatically combine to restore a body temperature of flesh and blood.

In this sense, I think I'm a chip-retarded person. Because all narrative and description, in addition to restore the fact that more is to bring people emotional experience. 140 words can do the same thing, but I would like to use 8000 words plus 5 pictures of the power.

Finally, the amount of energy I spent on information debris in the information architecture and technology architecture proved my low energy. I spent hundreds of business days analyzing the Internet products for human-based fragmented information processing, such as Twitter, Weibo, Facebook, Instagram, line, Buzz, Google Plus, and so on. SNS is the aftertaste of Web2.0, which represents the development direction of advanced culture. The idea of human nature, the effectiveness of the world jaw-shocked. Although it is said that all great victories are based on the victory of the idea, but the SNS product resembles Utopia's cloak to fade, I gradually doubt those ideas. I suspect there is no such thing as a triumph of ideas, and in this day and age, all victories are the triumph of marketing.

There is no such thing as the noise of all sentient beings. Without the so-called ego, fundamentally, a person's ego is even a fart. This is a time when everyone tells but no one listens, this is the time when everyone shows himself but nobody cheers. The most ambitious and intelligent minds in human history have racked their brains for how to create more pieces of information, and how to delight a self who is not appreciated at all, and how to encourage them to show their own fragmented information and work frantically to design ingenious products. This is an era in which dozens of engineers and hundreds of working days are used to give virtual promises in hundreds of thousands of lines of code in order to help people with guns, something that could have been solved by hand with simple procedures.

I don't think I can open my arms and embrace information fragmentation this is the so-called era of change in the direction, and I do not think that the protein-composed brain analogy for the bus parallel processing CPU is a very cool thing. If human evolution is so rapid and the theory of evolution is so steep on time scales, our cecum should have disappeared thousands of years ago, rather than being bothered by inflammation today. I want to bless those who claim their brains can be parallel, but even if they can switch brain mode flexibly, what does it matter to me to jump between fragmentation and depth calculations? I'm just a moron.

In this case, let me end today's discussion with a story: in countless centuries, every nook and cranny of the world is littered with shadows. As long as the sun shines, there must be shadow cast. About the color, size, and shade of these shadows, you can write down the fighting text. If the ancestors also have Weibo, then the narrative of the shadow of the text will probably be a terrible number. In Third century BC, the ancient Egyptian town of Aswa Summer solstice, the midday sun directly to the bottom of the well. Eratosthenes, curator of the Library of Alexandria, wrote down the matter and recorded the shadow of the well---7 degrees in the sun and in the vertical direction at the time of the summer solstice, at the same moment as Alexander of Aswa north. So he got the circumference of the earth, and today's measurement error is less than 5%.

To tell you the truth, I don't remember the name Eratosthenes, and I don't remember Aswa. But I always remember the beauty of this argument, search engines can help me fill in the whole story of these names and places on the puzzle, but it does not bring this beauty. Even if I carry all the fragments of this actual test, just like Eratosthenes, who suddenly realized the potential connection between these fragments in the shadow of the day, it was one thing to know that there were shadows in every corner of the world, and it was another matter to know how to establish a connection between the two shades.

To this end, I am willing to be less than a little, I am afraid to miss this in 2000 years after still pointed to the beauty of the heart.