Doc and Dave sitting in a tree…

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

Doc sent an email out to a bunch of folks this morning, pointing to a new work he and David Weinberger created, World of Ends.

Doc asked for comments. I sent them in an email, but then it dawned on me that Doc might actually prefer a link. I am a slow woman on Fridays. So here’s the link, and my comment:

While I may appreciate the eloquent writing, the strong beliefs, the reasoned arguments, as well as the hope as dewy as the grass beneath a young maiden’s feet as she trips about gathering in the cows to milk (are ‘cow’ and ‘milk’ bad words now?), I have to tell you my first reaction on skimming through this was:

Oh good lord what is this? A variation of “I’m okay, and you’re Net”?

However, I have been accused, a time or two, of being contrary. Not going with the flow. Breaking the circle. I will endeavor to read this again after I have a nice long walk, in the hopes of adjusting a deplorable tendency to say “but what does it mean?”. I will then be of a mind to bask in being an end-point, and to learn to believe in the power of the bits. (Well, before we blow ourselves to even smaller bits in war, that is.)

Thanks for the link, Doc.

Shelley

I will, of course, be treated the same as the fly that buzzes around the potato salad at a picnic: as just one of the nuisances to be endured when one has open food in a open eating area. Ignore, and continue the feast.