Sunday, August 16, 2009

Lost In Space

ahem. attention!

hello?

I'm just hanging out here, a tiny zipcode of IP magic thanks to Blogger (well Google) who gifts me this lil' piece of the Interweb. But why do they offer such real estate? In case I become Dooce and sell s-loads of diet coke ad's next to my witty banter cascade of whining, anxious, yet hopeful words?

Nah, doubtful. Google knows what it's doing, and as it's becoming more and more obvious, I clearly do not. I guess that's what I'm spinning around in tonight, the vastness of the space. I was going to say cyberspace, but I got a little slap down doing the research, here's what Wikipedia says...

Cyberspace as an internet metaphor

While cyberspace should not be confused with the internet, the term is often used to refer to objects and identities that exist largely within the communication network itself, so that a website, for example, might be metaphorically said to "exist in cyberspace." According to this interpretation, events taking place on the internet are not happening in the locations where participants or servers are physically located, but "in cyberspace".
I found this gorgeous image in my search to understand the above. Apparently it's a visual representation of what a piece of the internet might look like. By the way, did you know that we might run out of internet space? Pretty freakin' nuts, right? Time for some IP addy hoarding to save yourself. Well, 'cept you won't, just like most of us LA citizens who do not actually have an earthquake kit. Our family is pretty much ready because we've got about 5 extra jars of TJ's almond butter and 3 cans of black beans. The end of the world will be a gassy, sticky affair. But I digress.

When I'm typing into this black hole of inter-web-inter-connectivity nothingness, I feel both excited to be reaching and yet lonely not knowing where it's landing. It reminds me of the first setting on our sleep sheep. It's supposed to be 'white noise' but instead it's a whale's whooping cry that rings out into the darkness of the big headed baby's room. (bhb photo to left for your enjoyment) The trouble is that no other whales ever answer because it's a loop. Freakin' depressing right? I imagine a giant gray whale swimming alone in a vast dark sea pinging the sonar again and again, but. Nothing comes back. Kinda like trying to talk on the ATnT wireless network. Is there anything worse then chatting along and then finally figuring out that the last two paragraph's of a self-obsessed monologue has fallen into the gap of dropped call netherland? I get that twangy mix of embarrassment and loneliness.

So this basically my round about way of asking...Hi, um, who are you? I know a few of my buddies have signed up as followers, god bless 'em (even though they'll never be back to read this). But hey! If you are here, reading, can you give me a shout out via the comment thingee? I promise I won't ask again.

Oh and I"ll be sure to follow your whale song back to your part of the ocean too...

13 comments:

  1. love your blog.. would type more but am breast feeding, so am typing with one hand...

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  2. also love, and am giving a bottle and typing with 1 hand

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  3. ditto on the one hand typing. an singing "you are not alone" by mj in my head in your honor.

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  4. The one handed typers! Love it! Totally hear you. Naps and nighttime are exciting because I can throw both hands in with vigor. Thanks for the shout out Mommies!

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  5. hello. i can type with two hands for the moment because my husband has the baby. :) yay for a moment to myself!

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  6. Hey there! I'm out here! :)

    Love what you've written so far... keep it up.

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  7. Typing with two hands (hooray for bedtime!) to say "hello"!

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  8. Typing with two hands, but only because I bribed the toddler with a cereal bar.

    Love your blog! Also: I love the picture of the internet thingie. Makes me think of neurons all flashing a thought down the line like Morse code. Depressing though, since that "thought" flashing around is more likely than not a LOLcat. :D

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  9. Typing with both hands right now, but I often type one handed as I lay on the other one. Because I am the epitome of lazy. No babies yet, just a cat. And he likes ankles, so my hands are still free.... unless I fall on them... anyway, hi.

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  10. I love your blog. I know exactly how you feel. I found out, entirely by accident, that several of my cousins were reading my blog and NOT COMMENTING! Seriously people! We are related, by actual blood and you couldn't show me a little love? Even a tiny little crumb?

    Okay, now I feel better. Anyway, you are hilarious. I too have a big-headed baby (two actually).

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  11. Thank you for the comment. I can't tell you how excited I get when someone stops by and leaves a comment. I may need to get out more.

    Anyway, we bagged the other white noise makers, for the good old-fashioned fans. Masks everything!

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  12. K, the truth is these comments mean ALOT, thank you. I had an Ah-mazing post planned in my head for tonight. It did not happen. But oh it will and darn soon. Now that I know I have people who care! sniff! joy!

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  13. very much enjoying your blog! shouting out from echo park! cheers! jacqueline

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