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The Net is one of the worst movies about the net ever made.

Wait, what?

Oh. The net. Zak asked two interesting questions. I answered one there, but he asked a second, more interesting question:

"Tell me how it is that the Net matters to you, even after all of the long days, short nights and wrecked weekends."

And my answer to that bears repeating here:

A good job, a mediocre hobby, and a lot of intercommuncation.

Also, some great deals on LED flashlights. I just bought one that has 900-lumen output!

Reading back, that's terribly glib, but I won't really come to terms with what the raw information glut we're experiencing now (I mean, Wikipedia alone!) will mean for a decade. It's not just the devastating volume of information, it's the massive amounts of it I've been able to actually put to use in real-world stuff that simply would not have existed if my horizons were limited to locally-situated interest groups and trade magazines.

I love it, but coming even halfway close to coping with it seems like a skill I've desperately half-learned, and that after re-learning it about every 24 months or so for the last 15 years.