Into the ether

Cheated today, probably spent 20 minutes mucking about with the grouse's look and feel, so I can't write much.

It's astonishing how much it sucks out of you to be continually hoisting emails out into the ether, to people you just met professionally, to people you haven't seen in a long time but are trying to reestablish contact with for whatever reason. When your net outflow of emails is high, there's a sense of tremendous exposure, of being all laid out for rejection. Particularly when you're trying to sell hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of services and you don't really know what the services are.

And then in comes an email out of nowhere. Lor Gould. Haven't talked to that guy in many years and here he is gonna fill me in on what's up down in Cary. Beautiful.

Robert Belknap once made a good point, s that the plot conventions of well-constructed comedies in particular (but really of any traditional genre) spoke to a general belief that there is order in the universe, and that instilling this belief was their function. Marxist critics said the same thing, but with a twist. It would appear that the internet has a similar sense of orderliness.