A long time ago, on a distant coast bathed in a different light, there existed a new media – multimedia wrangling, Mondo 2000 reading, Timothy Leary hanging out with, cyberpunk writing, extropy expousing guy named Marlin May. He was a guy in search of the “new edge”, a guy out to mutate the world.
What happened to that guy? I can’t find him, and I feel I need to. He’s been replaced by a boring bit-wrangler.
This past weekend I went to an excellent party at Scott and Rachel Lefton’s place. The food was great, the conversations sparked and sparkled, and I felt about 5 years out of date. Oh, I felt just as knowledgable as ever, no one was talking over my head, but I felt i was surrounded by folks who were doing something, were making a living at it, and were having a hell of a great time doing so.
Yeah, the introspection is pretty heavy now. I’m surprised I’m writing this, even more surprised you’re reading it. Reading self-revalatory weblog entries always leave me feeling somewhat creeped out. So what does it mean if I’m writing one?