After 6 years in this bloggy medium, I've pretty much lost interest. Do we count the 7 years of non-Web2, Web1 stuff too? that makes 13 years. Thirteen. There is, to add on top of that the 6 ambiguous years of whatever the hell that was. 19 years. 1988. And even then, even, 1987 I was toying with what was to become the Internet. 20 years.
And, by god, all the other shit that came before. Oh my.
My recent break from the Internet left me cold. I suddenly realized that I had left the Internet far behind, and I liked it. I could also say that the Internet left me far behind, but I still I liked it. Perhaps we're all just hitchhikers on the way to nowhere.
1987. Do you remember 1987? I do. I loved fucking around with various pre-Internet gizmos but very much connected programs. I liked the idea. I liked the connectedness.
I need a break. I need something else.
It is what it is.
To paraphrase LCD Soundsystem, "Internet I love you but you're bringing me down."
So what does this mean?
It means I need to think.
It means I need to understand.
It means I need to let go.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
I wrote this the other night, but didn't post it, as I was certain the malaise I was feeling was temporary: