I remember my pre-internet days (they were not so long ago). My life wasn't filled with happy outings and intimite converstaions. It was filled with beer-joints and long walks by myself. It is though my internet life - and not through some mythic past-life full of coffee houses and libraries - that I find myself conversing with the world. So I get Dave Cormier's criticism of Sherry Turkle on conversation: "When she (Turkle) turns to conversation, she loses me entirely. She has either had a uniquely perfect life filled with excellent and constantly available friends, or she has not been honest with herself. She is hearkening back to a past that never existed. Creating an image of perfection, of utopia, before the present time."
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