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May. 4th, 2009 03:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skysailorAs I sit here, in a home controlled for temperature, typing into a digital journal that will be instantly available to a large chunk of my friends the moment I click "post", music with full instrumentation plays from the player on the counter - though really, if I wished, I could have the device in front of me play it or over 3,000 other songs.
The device in front of me is truly amazing: at the moment I am browsing through the history of the law college I plan to attend, while another website with stories of the strange and interesting sits open, its contents more than enough to fill a book or several. A 3-page newspaper brief awaits my perusal.
Speaking of books, the first edit of my first novel, totaling 144 pages, sits open, with commentary in red boxes along its side. The second edit, 10 pages, is also open, along with the 54 pages of Kuri's edit of her novel, all of which takes up... no room at all. No paper at all.
Open on my device, too, are messengers, showing me people available to exchange written messages with. In the lower right corner sits an icon for twhirl, giving me the updates on my twitter, which has just informed me that the newspaper I follow has three more articles for me to read. I use the twitter to post a message for my friend to read later, suggesting a weapon for her character to use that was mentioned in one of the articles.
Twitter. Just a day ago, I learned from a famous author, who is currently visiting France, that the libraries in my state had their state funding cut, and then received a link to contact my representative and protest it. Today I learn that the collective protest has caused the decision to be reversed.
What a strange and fascinating world I live in.
The device in front of me is truly amazing: at the moment I am browsing through the history of the law college I plan to attend, while another website with stories of the strange and interesting sits open, its contents more than enough to fill a book or several. A 3-page newspaper brief awaits my perusal.
Speaking of books, the first edit of my first novel, totaling 144 pages, sits open, with commentary in red boxes along its side. The second edit, 10 pages, is also open, along with the 54 pages of Kuri's edit of her novel, all of which takes up... no room at all. No paper at all.
Open on my device, too, are messengers, showing me people available to exchange written messages with. In the lower right corner sits an icon for twhirl, giving me the updates on my twitter, which has just informed me that the newspaper I follow has three more articles for me to read. I use the twitter to post a message for my friend to read later, suggesting a weapon for her character to use that was mentioned in one of the articles.
Twitter. Just a day ago, I learned from a famous author, who is currently visiting France, that the libraries in my state had their state funding cut, and then received a link to contact my representative and protest it. Today I learn that the collective protest has caused the decision to be reversed.
What a strange and fascinating world I live in.
