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Reply To: | BP - "It's a bit disgusting, but a great experience...." -- Squirrel" < [log in to unmask]> |
Date: | Tue, 29 Aug 2000 16:07:12 EDT |
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In a message dated 8/29/00 10:57:10 AM Central Daylight Time,
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> Do I come here when I need to get out of here (where I am)? How many of
you
> view this place (in here) as a physical domain in your mental construct, as
> if we are all together on a virtual vessel bobbing about in the sea of
> electrons?
Dan,
I'm often tempted to view BP as a Super AI Eliza game. I write things to the
computer and it writes things back. Only in this case I have to remember that
there are people at the other end -- that they may one day walk up on the
street and slap me backside of the head (then there was the mention last
night on the Discovery Channel somewhere between the Empire State getting
lightning hits 23 times per year and white squals, about Cappuchin monkees
that great each other as friends by sticking fingers up each others noses --
seems the longer -- duration not length -- the finger is up the nose the more
friendly... just like the BP salute, sort of, shows that we got nothin on the
apes, but the monkees really have to know each other before they stick it to
each other, and not merely be passing acquaintances). Damn computer has
gotten a lot smarter since the Commodore 64. Then again, I've never been too
well connected since I got the idea in the midst of a marathon drive through
midnight Wisconsin, that in reality I was hiding in a closet and the
world-at-large is the illusion. This place is a real as any other that I
occupy. Remember -- Bullamanka, that place over that away but we are not
quite sure. Sanctuary.
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