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May. 14th, 2003 04:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lapsedmodernisti feel like i am becoming part cyborg, which, i guess is retarded, because cyborg is "part" by definition.
but i really feel like the things i do on my computer are a formative framework for my thoughts, the connections i am making these days, how my neurons are firing and across what synapses.
it's like whole other dimensions of communication are possible, whole other binary halves of privacy, whole other context-specific definitions of anonymity.
i just feel a visceral AHHHHH feeling when i fuse with my laptop. and i do think that the laptop factor adds to the whole thing. most of the time i fuck around on the internet either in the morning when i first wake up, and sit in bed drinkning coffee and checking email, or late at night, also in bed, before i go to sleep. so essentially the physical parameters of my cyber-existence involve me being curled up under a comforter, with pillows, with a pleasant weight of the laptop warming my knees or my stomach. i am not trying to make this sound like some weird computer porn or anything, i'm just saying, that the solitary intensity of being online, the distilled flow of thought and information that can be bent and structured every which way in terms of input and output, the bricolage of random connections of hypertext, is probably intensified by the fact that in terms of surface contact, the computer, when i am using it, is like a part of me.
pnts, is this normal? :P
anyway, i have to go paint my room "moss ring" green.
but i really feel like the things i do on my computer are a formative framework for my thoughts, the connections i am making these days, how my neurons are firing and across what synapses.
it's like whole other dimensions of communication are possible, whole other binary halves of privacy, whole other context-specific definitions of anonymity.
i just feel a visceral AHHHHH feeling when i fuse with my laptop. and i do think that the laptop factor adds to the whole thing. most of the time i fuck around on the internet either in the morning when i first wake up, and sit in bed drinkning coffee and checking email, or late at night, also in bed, before i go to sleep. so essentially the physical parameters of my cyber-existence involve me being curled up under a comforter, with pillows, with a pleasant weight of the laptop warming my knees or my stomach. i am not trying to make this sound like some weird computer porn or anything, i'm just saying, that the solitary intensity of being online, the distilled flow of thought and information that can be bent and structured every which way in terms of input and output, the bricolage of random connections of hypertext, is probably intensified by the fact that in terms of surface contact, the computer, when i am using it, is like a part of me.
pnts, is this normal? :P
anyway, i have to go paint my room "moss ring" green.
