Blahsphemy

Out of 100 wired people... one will create content... 10 will interact online... 89 will view the content and interactions. Business Week Now tell me where do I fit in? Am  I there in the first category? Or am I in all the categories? I feel I am in all, which makes me internet famous! Let the worship begin.

When will these morons give up? 

Couldn't resist posting J.K. Rowling's Commencement Address, “The Fringe Benefits of Failure, and the Importance of Imagination,” at the Annual Meeting of the Harvard Alumni Association. Here it is: President Faust, members of the Harvard Corporation and the Board of Overseers, members of the faculty, proud parents, and, above all, graduates. The first thing I would like to say is ‘thank you.’ Not only has Harvard given me an extraordinary honour, but the weeks of fear and nausea I have endured at the thought of giving this commencement address have made me lose weight. A win-win situation! Now all I have to do is take deep breaths, squint at the red banners and convince myself that I am at the world’s largest Gryffindor reunion. Delivering a commencement address is a great responsibility; or so I thought until I cast my mind back to my own graduation. The commencement speaker that day was the distinguished British philosopher Baroness Mary Warnock. Reflecting on her ...

We are a messy race – unpredictable, capricious, subject to violent mood swings, sudden changes of mind, spontaneous and illogical behavior.

We get attached to certain words. We treat them like our kids. We proudly display them whenever or wherever we can. We feel odd if we don't have them around. We feel jealous if someone else uses them. We simply can't let go of them.

It finally happened. Today I didn't have any blog-revelations to share. The slate was wiped clean. Not even a word. It's the beginning of a new era. I can feel it. Bring it on.

The spiders scurried in to feed on the fresh pieces my brain threw up on the blogosphere. Nothing much has changed down here. It's the same binary rule. You are either the one or a zero. There is no role reversal. The wires buzz with the same content. The word fresh has become superfluous. Repacked, reshaped, rewritten is more like it. That's what life has come to these days. It's just the same old wine in new bottles. Bottles change, the wine doesn't.