Well, this certainly is sporadic- over 2 weeks since the last update. At least a week and a half of that was the destruction of Underground Network, the exact details of which are still a complete mystery to me. There are some really infuriated Megadeth fans out there, I'll wager.

Elsewhere, other forms of chaos prevail. Back in January, when I hardly knew what the net was about (had a five minute demo once), I was on a MacWorld panel and the subject of web based communications came up, whereupon I expressed a gut reaction of great apprehension. After all, I have an unlisted phone number and most people would think I'd be nuts not to. Knowing that one's actions can sometimes lead to uncorrelary consequences, I usually try to reserve my self-fulfilling prophecies for more pleasant possibilities. Anyway, ever since I have been hectored by a dyslexic who thinks out loud in a place that happens to be the Internet.

There are many metaphors for the mode of communication that the web represents, but little analysis of the psychological side effects. One anomally is the delusion that one can scream at everyone and whisper to a select few from the same soapbox. Another is the concept that if you say something to (potentially) many people and are not refuted by every individual, that you have understood and conveyed some truth because a lack of response is considered affirmation. Another is the personality that has identified itself so completely with it's net facade that it no longer processes any thought internally, but insists that you live through the process of said personality trying, and often failing to make a coherent point.

And there is the net maven who cannot concieve that you might not be as reverent about the whole god damn thing and that considering your busy life, may be selective about who you engage in a dialog with and over what, and that god forbid you might actually choose to engage someone else or no one at all.

And, net or no net, it's something of a red flag when somebody seems to be investing more time anal-izing the personal artifacts of another's life than producing any of their own. From such a personality, jocular threats of deadly violence toward the object of fixation are not currently considered harmless. Don't blame me. Blame that knucklehead Mark David Chapman.

Peace.