14 December 2004 One of my many faults is that I am such an easily distracted man. Though perhaps "distracted" isn't really the word for it. It's something like that. Something that bends my perception until the internet is one, big, really fascinating documentary about everything, something that keeps me up too late at night searching desperately for that crucial missing link in my understanding of whatever it happens to be that I'm enamoured with at the time. Friends and colleagues would tell you that it's something different every week, and they wouldn't really be wrong. But there is some thread, some common factor that strings all of these things together. I don't yet know what it is. And I probably won't let you know when I figure it out, because that really would be giving away the ending. I will sell my secrets at a price. We all do. Everyone has a price. It just depends what currency they deal in. And that exchange is less than global. Today the world is a wondrous place. Read Comments (4) | Add Comment