I haven’t had significant internet access since Thursday night. What should seem like a relatively minor thing to someone born before the internet was created, is actually a really big deal. Take the blog for instance. Here I am uploading three days worth in one day and feeling terribly guilty about it. I also feel less aware about what is going on in the world. I mean I could’ve picked up a newspaper and read something, but the ubiquity of network access has me trained to not only go to the net for news, but to read news in a whole new way.
News on the net is everywhere. I used to write a lot about how the internet allows you to experience the type of news that you decide you want to read or hear. This remains true and I likely do the same thing. I’ll cruise through Digg and CNN and BBC combing for angles on popular stories that tell me the writer did more than ‘mockingjay’ the person who first published on the topic. I’ll also pop open a new tab and go spelunking for more info on the topic and sometimes the writer. This is the beauty of the web—the story doesn’t have to end with the end of the article.
This is the curse of the web—without access to it, the world seems much more two dimensional in terms of information access. I suppose I could watch TV, but I’m not a fan of TV news. I suppose I could rock my phone for internet, but I do so much with music on that platform that I’m afraid of going over my plan limit and paying exorbitant fees.
So finally I was able to get a fairly stable net connection out of my room and I’ve been sitting here through the 5:30 midpoint hacking away at this blog and salivating about the good stuff I’m (hopefully) about to see on the web.
Good webhunting!