Last weekend I got high-speed internet installed in the new place. This is the first time I’ve ever had it at home. After having nothing but dial-up there for five years, having the phone ring while I’m online is sort of spooky. Dialing up and disconnecting were so distinctly part of how I’d move through the day that now, a constant connection feels disconcertingly and almost physically different somehow, like I’m able to pass though walls or something.
Maybe it means I’ll write more in this front page now. I always forget it’s here. I mean I know it’s here but I have trouble remembering that it’s available to me.