Seven Days
"Seven Days" was all she wrote, a kind of ultimatum note, she gave to me.
Sting wrote Seven Days in a jazzy 5/4 meter, coyly skipping two weekend beats. But what about us, what's our texting time signature? When do we text?
Four weeks of recent data revealed that weekdays hum to a similar beat: A slow crescendo to primetime, between 7 and 11 pm, when most content are downloaded.
Saturdays and Sundays are more offbeat, when weekday worriers morph into wireless wanderers. No wonder weekend downloads are 20% higher than on weekdays.
Saturdays are more balanced, with mounds of activity around 2 pm and 5 pm, followed by a chorus of downloads between 7 and 11 pm.
Sundays are laid back, with a lazy morning rise, short surge after lunch, long siesta, then surprises with a spike after 9pm--users downloading with a vengeance, after church and family hours of textual repression.
But what do people download and when? Do we wake up cheery and look for shiny, happy polytones? Do we get all juiced late at night and scour for saucy adult MMS? And if the ultimatum note even gets a reply, when?
The patterns are in the data drizzle.
It's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me that ends up getting wet.
