HAS ATTENTION SHRUNK?
There's a swing band from Shanghai playing lounge music in a crowded Swiss convention hall, with hundreds of people milling about. In the midst of the manic throng, standing stock-still t a small circular bar table, Clay Shirky has zoned in to his laptop and is typing furiously.
I met Clay, a New York University-based social media maven, some years back, but rarely have the chance to see him in the flesh. For several minutes I'm standing about three feet away from Clay, off to his right, watching him-positioned in his peripheral vision, if he had any attention bandwidth to spare. But Clay takes no no
tice until I speak his name. Then, startled, he looks up and we start c'hatting.
HAS ATTENTION SHRUNK?
There's a swing band from Shanghai playing lounge music in a crowded Swiss convention hall, with hundreds of people milling about. In the midst of the manic throng, standing stock-still t a small circular bar table, Clay Shirky has zoned in to his laptop and is typing furiously.
I met Clay, a New York University-based social media maven, some years back, but rarely have the chance to see him in the flesh. For several minutes I'm standing about three feet away from Clay, off to his right, watching him-positioned in his peripheral vision, if he had any attention bandwidth to spare. But Clay takes no no
tice until I speak his name. Then, startled, he looks up and we start c'hatting.
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