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Of course the part of the web that keeps it interesting for me is the ton of personal web pages. Some so beyond kitsch it cannot be described in any plain words. It can only be experienced. I suggest you brave the realms of geocities for more. Be bold GO THERE! It is weird and wooly and wild and damn boring even! It's like going into your neighbor's house and poking through not only photo-albums and journals, but also their old back of the closet boxes full of unfinished letters and project plans. I want to be part of that wonderful weirdness. Especially now that 'world' has become such terrible word for me- the new hermit. I hope 'site quality standards' are never deployed. I hope old defunct websites and their deadlinks stay as museums. Like old overgrown paths. When I come to an old site ('95) with deadlink after deadlink I have the sensation of walking through over grown brambles. Along some useless path no one bothered to keep up. I am an archeologist, a time traveler. Everything is so NEW NEW NEW on the web- it is good to see a little death . We all need a little death now and then anyway. In this 'hermit stage' of my life I have noticed I am becoming more morbid, and more entertained by jokes involving feces. My father and I have been able to- over the last few years, pierce through the flimsy veil of filial piety and propriety. We share our perversions in turn. The rotten apple doesn't fall far… Not too far. So here I am now in I just wanted to be an ex-pat. Voila. That was easy. So with all this self loathing I host within this ribs, why not just own it, be it, get in it. To anyone who apologizes too much I freely give the advice: Own who you are. Then I'd say make your own webpage. Get ugly. Get real. -h |