On Being Cut Dead in a Chat Room...

There are days when (and I kid you not) I feel like
Doctor Strangelove

I found myself mumbling "No Fighting in the War Room"
as I wandered off to dust down the
living room walls with fresh fragranced foam
which is usually used on car dashboards.
(It works, BTW, and leaves walls very fresh indeed.)

The wandering off was to get as far as possible from a somewhat humourous series of
outbursts on a chat room. People get restive
in Winter.
Cabin fever sets in.
They yell...

Having been, in the past, accused of being "very boring" by a poster from NZ (which is somehow an esoteric recursive oxymoron), I tried a bit harder to be
interesting over the past few months.

No dice.

It seems that another poster, closer to my blogging coalface, has been cutting me
dead for quite some time and has spent much energy avoiding reading posts that
I start. Another one has, with perception,
picked up on
the surrealism that some posts can display.

It is good to know these things. It makes one think.

That one is being virtually avoided by people whose existence is totally unknown to one
shows what a very odd "place" the Internet can be...


And, à propos of nothing in particular, there is a link in
the title bar to some very interesting thoughts on the
subject of feminism and domestic work.

In fact, the World is now a very lively place and I think
we have to thank electricity for that.

Places and Spaces...

... and it's probably all in the head.

Only a true philosopher could define the Internet.
My hands-on experience is of a place "far, far away" from whence
come rumblings of a society in flux.

I was impelled, internally kicking and screaming to the virtual keyboard
almost ten years ago. The main incentive to learn was easy to spot.
Just a few more technological advances, a handful of communications systems that seemed alien,
and I would probably never make contact with the people who are coming behind me, both in age and
social awareness.


So there was nothing for it.

I knuckled down.

Almost a week was once spent convincing Microsoft systems that I was not a pirate.
That gave me plenty to blog (and complain) about, I can tell you.

Discovering photography was an eye opener. People who will argue all day about
a fact or a point of grammar will (mostly) just look at a photo... like or dislike
what they see... and pass merrily on.

I had found my virtual metier.

So Davimack's wondering about whether the Internet may or may not
be a place has caught my interest.

Darned if I know...


I'll certainly think about it...

Alpinistes?

While I do not suffer from SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder), COLD has set in.

Flying back from Italy, we looked down over snow-capped peaks.

Memories of days spend near Chamonix in the 1970's flooded past. Perhaps next year, or the year after,
I'll get to capture Mont Blanc?