The Endless Bummer

Heywood

The flabbergastingly smalling aspects of the digital information revolution is pretty well documented, commented upon, mulched, digested, pooped out and worshiped. It has been equally reviled, dismissed and fraught with voodoo dangers. But I can't get over it. Had I an ounce less cinicism, I'd write a love poem to the blogosphere. Had I an ounce less suspicion, I'd go ahead and proclaim my undying love. But the doubts remain. I figure this is holdover of being a 20th Century Man. But the fact that I can sit down before diving into work and pogostick index fingers to a virtual spot with images like this, well, I can't fault it no matter how fleeting and immaterial it may be.

-toddy