From the page: “SPEAK MY LANGUAGE – Laurie Anderson
(Laurie Anderson)
Daddy, Daddy, it was just like you said.
Now that the living outnumber the dead.
Where I come from it’s a long thin thread,
across as ocean down a river of red.
Now that the living outnumber the dead.
I’m one of many.
Daddy daddy it was just like you said.
Now that the living outnumber the dead.
Speak my language.”
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Think these days there must come a point in many of our lives when our
online friends and aquantences outnumber our real life ones. It should
really have a name, kind of like a birthday or a bris. Maybe one day it
will….
For me it happened long long ago perhaps about ’95 or ’96, Of course I
do have the advantage of actually being a far better misanthrope than
all the other pretenders who lay claim to the title. Having at the
time, as in fact now, only one pre-internet friend, and that in a
different country, and in infrequent contact -not of course that I
wouldn’t quite gleefully and cold bloodedly murder every single member
of laff-soup.group.stumbleupon.com [stumbleupon.com]
in a variety of suitibly slap-stick ways (some or more involving an
inflated bladder on a stick), just to make her smile; I mean otherwise
what sort of a friend would I be? But a convincing counterindication of
misanthropy she ain’t.
So as I was saying, for me the transition was sudden, obvious, and
blunt, but even for many of the more socially buttered and flying I
suspect the point still comes. Without fanfare or certification.
Bigger pond means more like minded fish I guess.
Funny old world though innit?