52 Nights Unplugged Category

In January 2007 I realized that my dependence on my beloved technology had gotten a little creepy. Even to me. So I decided that for a year I’d take one night a week away from screens. This archive tracks my progress. Inspired? Join me!

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MarionI spent this last weekend at my favorite festival in the whole wide world: Shambhala. The sad news this year was that Dre couldn’t go due to having used all his vacation time with family this spring. The good news was that I was there with over a dozen of my closest beloveds so while I missed my MOST beloved, it was still a great time. Plus, I got to ride in style, making the 8+ hour drive to the festival in a friend’s RV. Classy!

The RV was extra awesome because on the way home I came down with the worst stomach bug I’ve had in years, and it was really convenient to be able to barf in the RV rather than hitting every rest stop between Nelson, BC and Seattle. Ug. If this past weekend was a high point of the year, the two days since have been the low point. Barfing and crying is a really pathetic combination.

Thankfully, I’m finally on the mend and managed to eat half a bowl of pho and keep it down this evening! Then I left the house for the first time in 48 hours, leaning on Andreas and creaking around the block like an old man missing his orthotics.

Every summer, Andreas and I go out to Wildhorse Island in Montana’s Flathead Lake. Dre’s mom has a rustic cabin out there, and each summer we make a pilgrimage to go sit and read and talk and walk and enjoy the lake.

So, last weeks’ unplugged night was actually an unplugged two days … which I figure is a great way to celebrate being half-way done with my year of nightly Unplugging.

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I’m in Los Angeles this week* and last night found myself around a large table full of Angeleno friends, talking and drinking very strong Cadillacs and snarfing down delicious Mexican food. I’d accidentally left my phone at a friend’s house, but whatever: I was done with work for the day and many of the people I’d want to call were sitting in front of me, so I wasn’t too worried.

As the extended dinner/drinks session wound down, one of my friends pulled out her new iPhone and started fiddling. As I gazed on, another friend drunken observed, “Oh my god, it’s unplugged night! Ariel’s unplugged! I just realized she hasn’t checked her phone once this whole time!”

I was like “What? No, I just left my phone at — oh wait. Right! Yes. This is me unplugged.” I’m not sure if this makes me the laziest unplugger ever, or if I’ve just so integrated my Tuesday night routine that I subconsciously leave my phone behind.

*I’m in town for meetings some with people who might want me to host a nontraditional wedding reality show. It’s still completely unsure, so nothing to get too excited about.

Life, Unplugged: On The Virtues Of Disconnecting

‘Technology Sabbath’ Offers One Day to Unplug

Andreas is in Montana with his family again, and so it’s just me rattling around the house this week. I’ve been trying to keep myself busy-busy, with lots of unnecessary solo nesting and organizing and space-making.

I’d planned to spend this week’s unplugged night at dance class, but last night I was still sore from NIA on Monday, and it was pouring rain and so I scrapped my plans and did the following:
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Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.

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