Johndan Has Left the Building
My fingers are already a little twitchy with the precognitive sense of not having any keys under them. I'm already feeling nostalgic for the net, and I'm not offline quite yet. Seems embarrassing somehow.
In my head for the past few days, I've been accumulating a long list of things I think I'm going to miss over the coming weeks:
- the little chime that Mail.app makes when messages come in
- reading the subject lines of spam messages
- checking the temperature outside without having to actually, say, go outside (which is odd, because all the weather services offer me current readings based on the temperature 20 or 30 miles from my house, which, in the Adirondacks, probably varies quite a bit from what the actual temperature is right outside my door)
- listening to Wilco's "A Ghost is Born" (as yet unreleased) via streaming audio at Wilco's website
- skimming rss feeds in NetNewsWatcher
- having Microsoft Word constantly correct my grammar and spelling (which is also odd, because I hate it when Word underlines something in green or blue while I'm in the middle of just trying to get words down on the screen, so I usually just ignore the suggested corrections)
- 40 gigs of mp3s, and about twenty live shows I downloaded from SharingTheGroove (a taper's distribution website) but hadn't had chance to decode and listen to yet
- Google News
- altcountrytab
- the "just on the wrong side of chaos" feeling I get from working in a half-dozen applications simultaneously
- boing-boing
- constantly rearranging my queue at netflix
- having the keen sense that no matter what obscure bit of information I needed, I'd be able to Google it in a handful of seconds (even though that impression was frequently just wishful thinking)
- typing "a href=" tags manually in the MoveableType posting interface for datacloud
- ego surfing
Thanks to my fine team of guest bloggers, all of whom have graciously agreed to fit datacloud into their already overloaded workloads. I owe you all a beer or two at the next conference we happen to hook up at (currently, it looks like that could be either the Watson Conference next fall, or CCCC in the spring).
See you all in a month. Off to start working my way through that stack of (print) novels I've been accumulating. (First on the stack is Kerouac's Desolation Angels.
Posted by johndan at May 21, 2004 11:55 PM
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