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Thinking About Sending An Email Back
That makes us sound kind of lonely,
she said, after I
drew attention
to the fact that she sent me an email from the other room.
It sounds like we don't talk.
I think I mumbled something. Or I chuckled. Perhaps I nodded my head.
Maybe I should have answered her with words. I think I'll send her an email back.
9:58:33 PM permalink: [


The Technology Abyss
So we're sitting here in this quiet house on a Friday night. Or rather, I am sitting here in the study at this desk, and she is sitting there in the dining room at the table -- she across the house from me.
So we're sitting here and there in this quiet house on a Friday night sending out emails and surfing the web.
And then... I've got mail, the bouncing icon in my dock tells me.
It's a message from her asking for somebody's email address. Because it must be too far to walk. Or because it must be too late to shout. Or maybe because with her laptop and our wireless router she's now also fallen into the technology abyss.
9:50:22 PM permalink: [

