Thursday, June 29, 2006

You may have hypothesized, drawing upon the deep waters of our last conversation and the scientific method, my extension cord solution ultimately involved ingesting the cord itself. After all, such prolonged silence could only result from supplementing 6-11 daily servings of bread and grain with precious, precious lead.

I’m just about finished moving and, more importantly, reconnecting myself to the hivemind by way of Comcast. It’s been a solid week where I had my cable modem in one apartment, my computer in the other, and nary the inclination to bring the two together. How did the Internet, once a delightful after-work luxury, become a necessity? We once managed conversations without a home connection, and it was a quaint time when dialogue was born from naught but nightly preparation and a USB key. I think there were horses and carriages back then–porches, even, upon which the milkman could deliver milk.

But we’re back now, normalcy fully within our grasp, and I expect to make up for lost time. Silence will do that, you know, shore up talk and make you real amenable to sharing, whether people want to listen or not. At the same time, though, I secretly enjoyed the unwired existence. It’s a dangerous precedent.