en garde
I, like probably everyone else in any demographic that overlaps with mine, have fallen in love with Neal Stephenson. Burned through Snow Crash and am now steadily devouring Quicksilver, and in reading this, I've realized how important sharp conversation is to my general sense of well-being. Right now, I think my life has a dearth of wit.
This, I'm sure, is related to the onset of Spring. Charming discourse and libido are directly correlated.
I used to talk to people online more often. Like extended conversations, not the quick social planning back & forths. You know, in the beginning for me the way to do it was bulletin boards. Then chat rooms. Come to think of it, I spent a good portion of my adolescence in an absolute flurry of chat room thrust, parry, riposte, repeat.
Then e-mail. Then instant messages, which are better, since you can flirt with impulsivity. A lot is lost in translation, but there's a tendency towards absurdity anyway.
Now Facebook, MySpace, Livejournal, OkCupid, and on and on, and after all of it I seem to prefer communicating face to face, with a slight buzz of alcohol, to anything else.
This, I'm sure, is related to the onset of Spring. Charming discourse and libido are directly correlated.
I used to talk to people online more often. Like extended conversations, not the quick social planning back & forths. You know, in the beginning for me the way to do it was bulletin boards. Then chat rooms. Come to think of it, I spent a good portion of my adolescence in an absolute flurry of chat room thrust, parry, riposte, repeat.
Then e-mail. Then instant messages, which are better, since you can flirt with impulsivity. A lot is lost in translation, but there's a tendency towards absurdity anyway.
Now Facebook, MySpace, Livejournal, OkCupid, and on and on, and after all of it I seem to prefer communicating face to face, with a slight buzz of alcohol, to anything else.