I think I just found my first ever public posting on tinternet. Funny how little has changed:
” In years to come they will refer to delurking as something akin to
losing your virginity (that’s if we have any virginity left to lose,
or indeed have any inclination to lose it…I don’t know, what with
True Love Waits vs Turbo Bitch Does Cyber Stud (in glorious
3DVRorama) will a romantic deflowering ever be the same…or was it
ever?)
Tut tut, one paragraph in and already digressing. The shame of it
all. Anyway, I’m basically just saying hi to the kids in the
neighbourhood…(“one of these kids is doing his own thing, one of
these kids just doesn’t fit in” …the glories of a Sesame Street
education).
I’m a grizzled veteran of introspection, and being as footloose,
fucked up and fancy free as everybody else claims to be, when all I
want to do is settle down, shape up and find my voice. Perversely
when what I seek is silence the only way I can think of to achieve
this is to scream, yet I never have the guts to scream loud enough
(sigh).
“Tom awoke in the Theatre of Madness to find he had landed the lead
role. He was centre stage, without a script and the director was
shouting at him to “Act! Act! Act!” Bewildered, frustrated and
embarrassed he sank to his knees, screaming.
The audience cheered and called out for more“
Self indulgent, moi?
I hope to “speak” with you all soon…I’m trying to adjust to this
global dialect of thought (what a luxury this is!) that is cybermind.
Home is, as they say, where the turn of phrase is.”
(I was announcing myself to the good, the bad and the sociologically inclined at the Cyberming mailing list. I briefly struck up an e-friendship with a lexicographer. And told one of the biggest lies of my life).
Happy days.
