passionate enough to become text
A colleague just send The Catalog Department to me. I think the idea of being 'passionate enough for text' is beautiful and true. I was also just discussing the pitfalls of IM and communicating with it. How does it change the idea of and value we assign to 'face time'? He was worried that IM would become the new face-to-face – I think that it only enhances it. Same as telephone, email, telegraph, quill, and any other revolution of 'modern' personal communication. But, I find that many of my self censors come down in the remote format of IM – it's like making school kids wear uniforms – it strips us of our looks, our jobs, our status – and reduces each to their ideas and how they express them. Exposes them as disorderly, but passionate enough to be writing their own books.
