Feeling good this morning. Rub a little sun into the grain and Snoqualmie glows. Everything gets a new coat of polish. Even myself.
I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed by what might be called the "Brain Bank" of internet social services. It's just getting too crazy. In the future, they'll be able to release our bodies from cryosleep and then download content from all our blogs, myspaces, facebooks, twitters, wikis, wackos, whatever. Our personalities will be conveniently stored on a number of servers.
Actually not "ours." Yours. Because I just can't keep up.
I can barely maintain a real life identity, let alone one on the nebulous web. In order to take advantage of all the cool, hip, happening features even on a blog site like this, I have to become savvy with RSS feeds and create identities on sites that share my pictures and songs and lists of things I like. Then I am urged to form some sort of chain with their "partner sites" on the web, and convince my friends that they too should go through the "registration" process yet again. And why? So that people I know will pretend to know me, and by the most efficient means (read: with as little interaction as) possible. The whole internet personality profile proliferation thing happens in this unquantifiable universe, where molecules (web sites) and a pure but volatile gas (ego) mix to form an online identity. This process is somewhat akin to the birth of a star.
In the macrocosm of the web, I am a lonely moon; if anyone looks at me at all, it's to stare with wonder at all the unfilled craters, my pocked surface devoid of web-life, a dusty satellite woefully out of date.
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