February 26, 2005

I have

already mentioned sorryeverybody.com, apologiesaccepted.com, and PostSecret. Now here is i used to believe: the childhood beliefs site (link from Pratie Place). Here is one:

When I was about five, and didn't understand the whole how and where babies came from, I used to think as we (children) aged our parents would do the opposite and become younger. And once we reached adulthood, we would become the parents and our parents were our children. Death and giving birth did not exist in my mind.

The Jinker Boy and I were watching television this morning and an ad for Pound Puppies came on. JB turned to me:

JB: When you are a little gel, I will buy that for you.
Me. Would you like one of those?
JB. No, that's for gels. When you are a little gel, I will buy it for you.

These online collaborative projects are fascinating. They channel the overwhelming number of competing voices on the web into something purposeful and understandable, something that builds community. But they are also a product or installation rather than a meandering conversation, so in that they differ from other forms of online community. They are limited; one sends in an entry (or two or three) and moves on. To use some of the common metaphors for online communities, these projects are like giant multi-artist murals on urban walls, rather than coffeehourses or townhalls.

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Hmmm?

Yeah, those are the greatest. What a world children live in. I could only think of one, and it was too late in life to have that real underwater-nightmare quality to it. I remember being endlessly troubled that my mom could just write a check at the grocery store and get groceries. If all you need to do is write your name, then why does anybody work? And why did I never ASK?

Scribbled by Melinama at February 26, 2005 5:17 PM | Permalink

Heck, my father thought, when ATM's first became popular, that we were somehow pulling a fast one when we took money out.

Scribbled by mj at February 28, 2005 11:27 AM | Permalink