I took the evening off last night to read Malcolm Gladwell's The Tipping Point, about how ideas and social changes spread virally in society. I was sort of distressed to realize that by Gladwell's index (a nonscientific count of the people you know with last names that match a list in his book), I know very few people well enough to recognize them on a train (and they me). I reminds me that for all my efforts to be social, I am just another squirrelly, anti-social writer. Sure, I throw parties, but after about three hours I have to hide in the bathroom with a book for a little while to recover my social mana.
Or, possibly, the list is biased in some way against me. Yes, that's it.
No comments:
Post a Comment