A cold evening in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I'm sitting in a patrol car, staring at the main gate of the Drillers stadium. A local baseball team for those who give a damn. It's the day that local elections are being held. I wonder how many give a damn. Some woman inside is eagerly awaiting the results so she can find out if she's going to be the next city auditor. My job is to give directions to clueless visitors so they can join her party and either cheer with the wannabe auditor, or console her if she lost of course.
I turned on the heating in the car. My feet still feel cold and I lit up another cigarette. An old man in a suit is walking out of th
The term that is used for everything that takes place outside of our internet activities is often referred to as "real life". What do you do in "real life"? How many friend do you have in "real life"?
For me this is to a point hilarious and at the same time it bugs me more than I would like it to. It's almost like saying that everything we do at the internet, the people we meet, the posts we write, the websites we visit ... are somehow not really taking place. Like society has not quite accepted yet that the internet has become an integral part of our lives. Something like when you haven't seen a person in the flesh you haven't really met hi