Techno-fan

I love the internet.  Really love it.  It is a social outlet, a curiosity, an endless source of information, and there is so much to it that I don't know, so I am always learning more.  I am writing this blog because of my love of the internet as a social experiment... because I'm an extrovert in it's purest form and blogging is another way to put it all out there.  It's funny because I find myself wondering where it's going, who is reading, who is in the room?  I like that mystery, and I think the idea that there is some invisible audience helps me keep writing.  Where journaling never seemed to become a habit, because no one was waiting for a new entry, blogging keeps the pressure on for me-- like a due date on a class project-- like the way telling your friends when you're quitting smoking or starting a new exercise routine might be the key to following through.

I also love the internet for it's freshness, for the feeling of wonder it still holds for me.  Where so much in life feels so complicated and heavy, the internet is just blooming.  I use it for work, promoting, organizing, advertising, assembling... it is a go to when we're writing the newsletter, or when I'm planning curriculum for a farm class.  I get to hide behind the fan page for the farm and pull the puppet strings.  I get to watch the 'insights' as a facebook administrator-- track the number of "lifetime likes", or see how many 'clicks' we get on a advertisement.  The web is instant gratification in quick flashes.  5 minutes here, 10 minutes there... a moment.

It's not perfect.  I am not above feeling irritated by loved ones seemingly glued to their laptop.  I worry that my kids might roam to the wrong places, or be a target of the wrong person, but even with the imperfections, I feel so grateful for the chance to live in this time of information at the stroke of a key.  When collaborating between countries is as easy as collaborating with a coworker in the same office, and the idea of one person can be instantly shared with the whole darn world.