I’ve never been an early adopter of technology, but I am an early discarder: AOL, MySpace, Gay.com, Twitter, all summarily dispatched after they become more trouble than they were worth.
I’m not quite done with Foursquare, but I have decided to modify how I check in. No more fanatical daily check-ins to keep a mayorship (or, in my case, two mayorships) at the office, the place I get my hair cut, or the gym.* No more caring about how many points I have.
I’m gonna use it solely to inform my Foursquare friends of cool places I’m at — as an implicit invitation (“Drinks at Windsor for anyone who’s available!”), to incite discussion (“I’m at Target — do we need anything at the house?”) or just as a form of bragging (“Hello, Martha Stewart Media!”).
I do still want those damn badges, though.
* OK, I was never mayor of the gym. But I was mayor of the tanning side for a while.
|WHAT SAM WORE (after he showered): 7-13-11|
|The shirt: “South Austin Cock Fight” T-shirt, a birthday gift from my friend Sharyn.|
|The shorts: Plaid shorts by Fred & Howard, from Last Chance.|
|The shoes: Jack Purcell sneakers by Converse, from Nordstrom Rack.|