I'm sitting at the dinner table, my fingers waiting on the keyboard.
Not resting. Not sitting. Not poised, preparing for a rapid flow of beautiful words to spring out and blossom.
Just waiting.
Because frankly - I've never been good with introductions. I can say "hello" just fine - don't get me wrong. I can wave and smile and nod at my uncle's-second-cousin-twice-removed's-grandniece's-friend's-mother's-babysitter.
(If you're curious where you would ever meet such a person, weddings are a good place to start. Or perhaps funerals. Or Costco. In my experience, Costco has everything.)
I can perform the superficial introduction, but I can never quite connect. Express. Understand that person, or have them understand me. And therein lies the issue.
I'm sitting at a dinner table, my fingers waiting on the keyboard. Attempting to introduce myself not to some oddly specific relation, but to everyone and no one. To the fantastical, expansive enigma that is the World Wide Web. And to the absolute silence that lies on the other side.
And if you look to your right, you will notice that you have entered Cyberspace.
Welcome one, welcome all - and welcome your Internet personas - to a gathering of souls more intimate and distant, more eccentric and ordinary, more perplexing and commonsensical, than the Mad Hatter's Tea Party itself.
Bring your own mug, fill it to the brim with opinions and audacity, and let us convene.
Sam
Not resting. Not sitting. Not poised, preparing for a rapid flow of beautiful words to spring out and blossom.
Just waiting.
Because frankly - I've never been good with introductions. I can say "hello" just fine - don't get me wrong. I can wave and smile and nod at my uncle's-second-cousin-twice-removed's-grandniece's-friend's-mother's-babysitter.
(If you're curious where you would ever meet such a person, weddings are a good place to start. Or perhaps funerals. Or Costco. In my experience, Costco has everything.)
I can perform the superficial introduction, but I can never quite connect. Express. Understand that person, or have them understand me. And therein lies the issue.
I'm sitting at a dinner table, my fingers waiting on the keyboard. Attempting to introduce myself not to some oddly specific relation, but to everyone and no one. To the fantastical, expansive enigma that is the World Wide Web. And to the absolute silence that lies on the other side.
And if you look to your right, you will notice that you have entered Cyberspace.
Welcome one, welcome all - and welcome your Internet personas - to a gathering of souls more intimate and distant, more eccentric and ordinary, more perplexing and commonsensical, than the Mad Hatter's Tea Party itself.
Bring your own mug, fill it to the brim with opinions and audacity, and let us convene.
Sam
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