In the Pines

Hmmmm. . .been a while me thinks; this bloggin' business. My computer is down now. I have it with a friend in Nagasaki; he's pullin' out the photos and such so that I can wipe the thing and start over again. Any computer expertise I possess requires quite a bit of tinkering and fumbling, so when there was a chance that I could lose everything I have stored on that damned machine--fotos and music--I figured I'd better let a pro handle it. What ever happened to shoeboxes full of photos, cassette tapes, and books? Funny us folks, on the edge of the full-internet generation. We remember a time without the internet, and yet all of us seem so damned addicted to the thing. I mean, you can't blame the full internet generation-ers, they don't know any better--which implies that we, the edge-internet generation, do know better. Was it better? The philosophical implications of Youtube and the democratic realities of internet porn. Matters for another day. Today I a...