I attended the XBiz Summer Forum in Las Vegas this week, and have been Internetless for the past three days. Its absence hasn't taught me to love the earth or commune with myself any better. Join me for an explanation after the break in the HTML continuum.
Instead, it has made me realize that the anger I feel when I see people texting or websurfing when they should be maintaining eye contact is the same as when the person you're talking with at, say, {insert Los Angeles-area function} keeps looking over your shoulder to see who else might be coming in the room.
This has never happened to me, of course, but I see it happening to others, and I see their tears.
No, people who are socially inept or avoidant only find refuge in their text and web enabled cellphones; those devices don't cause them to be that way. If I were to gain the ability to be online all the time (and the Hard Rock Hotel where the Forum was held did have three kinds of Internet: the kind only available to guests, the kind available at two e-mail kiosks, and the wireless, free for everybody kind that was broken), I would use that ability for good, not evil, because I am America's Beloved Porn Journalist.
Stay tuned for insightful news from the XBiz Forum later today.
Labels: interstitial, las vegas, xbiz
posted by Gram the Man
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Friday, July 13, 2007 
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