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In the Guardian this week, I’m writing about I Am Here days, excursions conceived of by my friends Priya and Anand. You get a small group together, pick a neighborhood, and spend 12 full hours exploring — without checking email, texting, tweeting or looking at your phone. The story:

Is it a sad state of affairs when a day unplugged is an extreme deviation from my normal life? I’d imagine my parents, grandparents or less-connected peers might think so. But in reality, technology mostly makes my life better. Social media like Twitter and Instagram offer platforms to connect across barriers that would be insurmountable in “real” life. The political blogosphere is where I cut my teeth as a writer, forming friendships and professional relationships with other young journalists testing out what was then a new medium; I’ve watched as many of us have turned this blogging thing into real jobs, and proven ourselves as writers and thinkers.

Communication methods like g-chat, texting, email and Facebook have enabled me to stay in closer touch with friends near and far, and foster better relationships – I can see photos of a west coast friend’s adorable baby; I’m reminded to wish people a happy birthday; I g-chat with a small handful of close friends all day long, and know the happenings in their lives in much greater detail than if we just met for a drink once a week, which adds many degrees of intimacy to the friendship. With every major invention and every breakthrough in technology and communication, nay-sayers have wrung their hands about the supposed destruction of genuine connections and authentic social bonds. Certainly any large-scale change to how we communicate is going to come with positives and negatives. But rather than put a screen between face-to-face interaction, I’ve found that technology and online media have not only helped to maintain my existing relationships, but have been vital in forming and fostering new ones.

At least most of the time. Sometimes, that screen does get in the way.

It gets in the way when I’m at dinner with a friend and she’s only half-listening to what I’m saying because she’s texting someone else. It gets in the way when I glance through an acquaintance’s carefully-cultivated Tumblr and feel a twitch of envy at how obviously easy and flawless her life must be. It gets in the way when I’m watching a concert through my iPhone screen, focused more on the video quality than on the music. It gets in the way when I’m out socializing but distracted and then upset by my phone buzzing with dozens of @ replies from a Twitter argument. It gets in the way when I’m meeting someone new and the second conversation lulls, out comes the smartphone. It gets in the way when I’m exploring a new place and filtering what I’m seeing through the lens of what would look good on Instagram.

In a distraction-saturated world, I’m hardly the first to note how difficult it is to shut out the technological noise and simply be here. Which is how Saturday’s phone-free day came about. My friend Baratunde Thurston, himself no stranger to over-connectedness and the need to get the hell off the internet for a while, invited me to participate in an “I Am Here” day with two other friends, Priya Parker and Anand Giridharadas. The rules: the day’s cultivator picks one neighborhood in New York, researches it thoroughly and plans an itinerary. You meet at a designated location in the morning. Spend the day together. Keep the phone in your pocket.

“I Am Here” days were conceived by Priya and Anand on their honeymoon in Sri Lanka, in a conversation about how they wanted to live as a married couple as they transitioned from a life in Boston to one in New York. They decided to take weekends off of work and dedicate at least one day to exploring a new neighborhood; before they got started, a friend asked to join. Soon enough, the couples’ weekend explorations were group activities. New friendships were forged. New York was soaked in.

I tagged along on the 14th excursion, and we went to Roosevelt Island – a neighborhood that, in my 12 years of living in New York, I’ve never visited. We learned that there’s an incredibly diverse 800-foot-wide suburb complete with a single thoroughfare (“Main Street”, naturally) sandwiched in the river between Manhattan and Queens. We listened to romantic advice from a Cameroonian mother and daughter. We flipped through the DVDs that island residents left at a local thrift store (standouts: Girls Gone Wild: Doggy Style; half a dozen Nollywood titles; the entire Disney princess collection on VHS). We had a picnic looking out onto Manhattan with a woman who grew up on the island and still lives there. We strolled past a group of men ranging in ages from mid-20s to mid-80s outside an assisted living facility, happily smoking marijuana in their wheelchairs. We spotted what appeared to be a gang of jetski riders speeding down the East River. We went on a manhunt with the Roosevelt Island police when my phone was accidentally stolen by a geriatric bar patron.

The day was absurd and funny and fun. And it was difficult, especially at first. My phone, I realized, is a social crutch. Everyone on the internet is an introvert, and I’m no exception. I socialize a lot, but sustained small-group conversation can feel exhausting; the need to be “on” when getting to know someone new is stressful and physically tiring. Stepping away to check email or refresh Twitter or send a SnapChat is an easy way to get a mental breather, the healthy addict’s equivalent to stepping out for a cigarette. Without that escape hatch, any moments of silence or awkward points in the conversation were simply worked through. The concerted social effort put into the first few hours of the day – the initial politeness, the getting-to-know-you questions, the sussing out of the group’s interests and conversational patterns and sense of humor and boundaries – eventually fell away, and a greater authenticity crept in.

As Priya says:

“Spending 12 hours together with people is fundamentally different than spending three hours with people four different times. It’s kind of the adult version of a sleepover.”

The full piece is here. And next weekend, I’m going to try to organize another I Am Here day with new friends — and you should too.

4 thoughts on Unplug.

  1. I like this idea, and I especially like the way it thoughtfully considers how we use phones to navigate and improve our lives. I’m an introvert too, and phone breaks help my psyche. Since the writer gets that, I’m much more likely to consider what she says and try this myself.

    Or maybe not. The idea of being out-of-reach scares me. I would only do this if I could still answer calls.

  2. Great post. In small Appalachian towns, the Cereus is called ” Jesus in the Manger”, and its rare blooming is a social event attended by friends and neighbors of the plant’s owner.

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