I watched a rather large amount of teevee in the evening at my house. It started with the Simpsons (which Steve was watching) and moved through Seinfeld to PBS and a show about NMRI, Ultrasound and Xray.
Tonight at Comet, I've again found myself in Sam 'n' Ellas' Punk Rock Chat, interacting mostly with a guy named DART, who is a sort of graphics whiz and web site guru, judging from his creations and his level of knowlege. As for myself, I know a little more than I know how to handle and found it quite an easy task to crash Netscape Navigator on every computer then in the chat. I won't say how for fear of making life worse for my friends, but I will say it was easy and that I'll try not to do something like that in the future. It was a complete accident.
I find that commmunicating with people in chat rooms is a wonderful substitute for a social life. In many respects it acts as a real social life. This is indicated by the fact that chatting has become simultaneously a distraction and a burden. I feel I'm letting people down by not appearing or by interacting too little. But at the same time I would really rather be doing other things. Such virtual socializing is facilitated by high bandwidth networking, the sort of thing only the few and priviledged can afford, both in terms of time and in terms of money. I'm paid for my time spent chatting, though, so neither of these is an issue for me.
|Still, there is a coldness to the chat room. It continually feels like I'm talking with disembodied personalities. I have trouble imagining ever meeting one of these people in a real physical location. They pose no threats and can be dismissed almost like characters in a lucid dream. That's why it was such a joy and a shock to discover blixa in Sam 'n' Ellas. Still, blixa's real embodied personality is so cold and remote that there was less of a shock involved in that case than there would have been in other cases.|
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