Well said, Snacks...
I just not ten minutes ago got home from Dallas... and there was an IM waiting for me about "John"... whose name I only knew as Yaya. I didn't know who the person was referring to.
I met him just once... at the last SHM. Since I've been over here on iHub, he PM-ed me a couple of times, each time calling me "Big Daddy" (I'm not anything close to a thin man.)
(Pardon a tangent: I spent some time with our new security software client today... talking about trusted computing. And now they want a briefing from the TCG. My client--a former client at i2--has heard a few things about Wave. One thing he's heard is: "The company wouldn't exist today were it not for the Wave community."
I heard those words over lunch in Dallas. "The company wouldn't exist today were it not for the Wave community." And I thought... what a strange... mysterious... wondrous... FACT.)
I think in this cyber-land, there is a feeling (partly because people BECOME the shape of their words and right down to the pauses and air between and within their sentences) that we're all IMMORTAL. This medium--typing words on a screen--reacting with words--happening SORT of like conversations, but SO different--this boiled-down, reduced, "impoverished" medium that borrows in form from BOOKS (BOOKS outliving the authors... printed words that seem TIMELESS)... bestows an illusion that YOU and I will never die. There can be no hard limit, no boundary... You can read me and I you forever, yes?
Yes...?
"Hey, Big Daddy, shoulda told me you were goin to Nawlins. I have lots of friends there. Coulda set ya up."
Big Daddy would've liked that, John.
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