http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/doc/2007/08/09/the-vapor-and-the-desk/ Same old blog, brand new place Wed, 20 Aug 2008 22:17:29 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=wordpress-mu-1.2.1 http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/doc/2007/08/09/the-vapor-and-the-desk/#comment-109 Tom Thu, 09 Aug 2007 19:42:54 +0000 http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/doc/2007/08/09/the-vapor-and-the-desk/#comment-109 Nice. It's hard to go wrong with Whitman! Nice. It’s hard to go wrong with Whitman!

]]> http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/doc/2007/08/09/the-vapor-and-the-desk/#comment-108 Jackie Danicki » Ideas to remember Thu, 09 Aug 2007 19:39:00 +0000 http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/doc/2007/08/09/the-vapor-and-the-desk/#comment-108 [...] Doc Searls: We made the Net. We are its gods. Yet our voices are not those of burning bushes. They are the buzz of the public marketplace. Is this place — where you and I are now — any less holy, or even primeval, than a forest floor? I suggest it isn’t, because at its core is a fecund nothingness: a zero-distance void between you and I and each of us who choose to connect on it. The working distance between you and I right now is less than between myself and the family inside this house — a fact that slightly bothers me. Yet, when I shut the lid on this laptop, the distance between you and I will return to the finite: no less close than that between readers and the authors of books. Now the proximal is returned to advantage: I will step inside a door to visit a baby just a few days old: a full self where a year ago there was none. When he becomes conscious of his own original mysteries, what will he see? [...] […] Doc Searls: We made the Net. We are its gods. Yet our voices are not those of burning bushes. They are the buzz of the public marketplace. Is this place — where you and I are now — any less holy, or even primeval, than a forest floor? I suggest it isn’t, because at its core is a fecund nothingness: a zero-distance void between you and I and each of us who choose to connect on it. The working distance between you and I right now is less than between myself and the family inside this house — a fact that slightly bothers me. Yet, when I shut the lid on this laptop, the distance between you and I will return to the finite: no less close than that between readers and the authors of books. Now the proximal is returned to advantage: I will step inside a door to visit a baby just a few days old: a full self where a year ago there was none. When he becomes conscious of his own original mysteries, what will he see? […]

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