There was a time where an amateur writer's sin of pride (not to mention his fatuity of thinking anyone wanted to read what he had to say) was by necessity personal and local, limited to noisy typewriters and ink-stained journals and obsolete word processors.
Now technology makes this self-indulgence nearly effortlessly global. It's not that people weren't self-absorbed before the internet. It's just that it's much easier to believe that everyone might want to read what you have to say now that everyone can.
Case in point: I write this sitting in a beach chair at my son's soccer game. Thanks to modern technology, I have taken pictures of the game, uploaded them to my laptop via a card-reader, and now uploaded them here via my broadband connection, all without standing up from my chair, all from a sports field, all before the half.
Evan finds being a goalie very trying.
Sippy cup? Apple slices? Crackers? Soccer rocks.
I think we get so used to this that we fail to grasp how extraordinary it is. I took pictures, I wrote words, I pushed a few buttons, and now anyone on the planet with an internet connection can see it — all in about fifteen minutes.
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