Tuesday, February 21, 2006

sunshine. I work for a company that does a lot of their business -- as in nearly all of it -- on the internet. It's a big part of what we accomplish and how we work. I'd say that a lot of companies are like that nowadays, but it's a particularly urgent focus for us, and a major force in our future planning and vision. I love that -- it's a big and fascinating world of people and ideas out there, and you come upon something new every single day when you do what you do on the web. That being said, we also end up finding a ton of skin-crawling links and eye-popping images and semi-demoralizing pages in the midst of our research. Some of the stuff I find -- usually involving David Hasselhoff -- makes me want to go scrub my keyboard off with a gallon of bleach and a wire brush. It's easy to start believing that the creeps outnumber the good guys. Or, at the very least, to hear their voices a little louder than the rest. But then -- in the midst of the furries and freaks and fantasies and falderal -- I find a little corner of cyberspace that seems remarkably untainted. Sure, the people living there aren't perfect; they have their kinks and flaws and mistakes and scars, just like everyone else. They don't always get it right. Despite this, however, they develop a connection and a community that seems to transcend their differences. A sweet, funny, silly community that genuinely -- no Hallmarking, no syrup, no scamming -- cares. And then whoa -- like magic -- I'm reminded of all the possibilities again, instead of the black holes. This community is the one that welcomed the new MiniNancy tonight. This community is the one that sent a flurry of emails and did happy dances and breathed a sigh of relief and cracked bottles of champagne in distant corners and different homes. This community is the one that makes me excited for the possibilities -- the possibilities of connectivity in an age where trusting is the last thing anyone thinks to do, whether they are confronted by signs of life next to them on the bus, or the next blog listed on Salon. This community is the one that I'm feeling blessed to be a part of, because it's uncommon, strangely right, and entirely restful within my soul. So, welcome to it, Baby Girl/Alien/Norman and Nancy's Kid/Pride and Joy of All of Us -- you can't yet hold a mouse or read a word or know in the slightest that we're all here, grinning at you. But you're the latest and greatest addition to a sunny corner of a big old dark world. You took your time, but hey... We had nothing better to do than wait, anyhow. Much love. 12:35:38 AM    well, yes, but...  []

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