It is a sign of our times that individuals at home alone are blogging their hearts out to millions. This relationship without touch reminds me of Keats' Ode on a Grecian Urn, which describes beautiful moments painted on an urn which remain beautiful forever because they are never completed. This discipline of writing regularly into cyberspace is full of potential, and yet it can become a ritual of self reflection that speaks to no one except perhaps some future cyber-archaeologist pondering our times. My question today is who cares? It is perhaps too soon to ask. If anyone now or in the future reads this and wants to ask a question or make a comment, email me at bbingham50@gmail.com where the storage is endless and I will make an effort to sift through and respond over time. As we become more and more isolated and objective about the world we inhabit it seems we become more willing to experiment. I'm willing to continue this experiment, and I want to get a sense of some positive outcomes.

G.Benjamin Bingham
July 8, 2007