What the street used to be to historical dandies like Brummell, Baudelaire and Wilde, the Net is to the electronical one. Cruising along the data boulevards cannot be prohibited and clogs the entire bandwidth in the end. The all-too-civilized conversation during the rendezvous stirs up some misplaced and inconvenient information, but never leads to dissidence. Willfully wrong navigation and elegant joy riding in somebody else's electro-environment is targeted to trigger admiration, jealousy and confusion, and self-assuredly heads toward a stylized incomprehension. One fathoms the beauty of one's virtual appearance. – Geert Lovink, 1993Not that I understand it, really... Yet I love it.
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For example: all those people you interact with in chatrooms: they're all fake. Computer-generated personalities designed to keep you hooked into the system so that you won't be able to use your time to self-actualize. They have even create industries around this whole internet(s) phenomenon to convince you that it's all real.
Imagine that you work as a web developer, at a web consulting firm; everything you build is internet(s) related, and all your spare time is spent on the internet(s). You, my friend, have no real life. You live in a fantasy world.
It's time to logoff.
posted by jsavimbi at 9:45 AM on January 10, 2005