“When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.”
Not at the center of the universe.
Not in control of ourselves.
We’re star dust, same as the rocks and cockroaches and the crazy Democrat/Republican (take your pick) who lives across the street. Our edges are fuzzy.
Someday the internet might help us understand this, but for now, the electronic world uses us as food to grow a new information circulatory system.
While we click free time away, drawn in by ever more enticing bits of information, our searches feed Google’s Knowledge Graph. We supply the NSA with information for the dossiers they are compiling on us. Clicks help promoters persuade us to impulse buy, whether it be a new door mat or a story about Hillary Clinton.
—Share tips on using the internet at least as much as it uses us
—Offer resources for writers who rely on the Internet to compose, publish and market
—Pass on head-snapping stuff that turns up on my screen, falls into my lap, and occasionally, into my head.
Working on a novel that started out in 2012 as one of those write-in-60-days projects. Might finish it if The End doesn’t get me first. In the meantime my eye is glued to in a hole in the virtual fence. Literally. Ow. Feel free to submit burning questions appropriate to my mission. Probably can’t answer, but am willing to do legwork.