And yet, not so much anymore. Or maybe it wasn’t, but I thought it was.

I always had the concept in my head that there was no such thing as the secret internet, even though I had an AOL account and posted a few random things to the permanent not-secret internet. But it’s more not-secret than ever. Everyone has a blog, or a myspace, or a podcast. 90,000 podcasters, I believe, I heard on the radio the other day. It’s a gold rush and the laundresses and grocers are making the big bucks. It’s “news” every few months that you shouldn’t post your personal details on the internet.

But as the internet has become more pervasive, has it become the only thing that is? Will I need to explain to my kids how to read a card catalog card? I barely remember, and not for lack of learning over the past few years. I wonder if I used to want to write to leave an imprint. So that after I was gone, and even while I was around, I proved to be real. To exist. To be other than in my own mind, my own reality, outside of my small universe of friends and family. Continue Reading »

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