Tuesday, May 31, 2005

 

Unreasonable expectations

For those of us who read Neal Stephenson's Snow Crash about the time it was published, the internet, by the time we finally signed up and paid for it, was a bitter disappointment. In Snow Crash, you could go there--it was a planet circumference sized Ginza with lights, crowds, shops and clubs you couldn't get in. The real internet was just lonely computer savvy guys and girls typing in front of a screen. However, despite the disappointment, I learned slowly to navigate it and found some interesting things, like a photo of the crew of a destroyer (DD 484) in 1945 with my father plainly visible in the front row, a book (Halldor Laxness' The Happy Warriors) for which I had been searching in used book stores for nearly 30 years (it was OK) , some women who after a while would sleep with me, and finally blogs--opinions of people I didn't know, some of which were nearly the same as mine. Up to now, it's all been passive. Now to jump in. Hugh Hewitt made me do this. If it sucks, blame him.



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