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From: amc@whuts.UUCP (Andy Cohill)
Newsgroups: net.singles
Subject: turn the music up...
Message-ID: <383@whuts.UUCP>
Date: Mon, 18-Nov-85 21:22:26 EST
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Posted: Mon Nov 18 21:22:26 1985
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Net.singles. Net-dot-singles. I mean really. What I want to know is:
"Where is net.married?" Where are the discussions about what to with
hubby when he comes home dead drunk and beats the kids? Where are
the ad nauseam tidbits of advice about what to do about the wife
that wants to hose down every man that comes to the door? Andy
Warhol was right. On the net we all get our chance to be famous for
fifteen minutes. Which is about how long we manage to retain what we
read here. Is it that only single people have problems? Once you get
married it is entry into net.heaven, where you never have to post
anything again??? TURN THE MUSIC UP! Problem with the net is that
you can't scream, not really...sampling rate is too low, bandwidth
and all that. Personal crusade here, to change the signal to noise
ratio. More noise. Reach to the big knob on the front of the
amplifier and take it all the way up to where the windows rattle...I
got my turntable mounted on shock absorbers from a 4x4...just to
keep the bass out of the feedback loop...now there's a
word...feedback... the net has feedback, almost instantaneous.
Whatever happened to waiting? "If I can't get it today, I don't want
it..." USnail as a term of derision. Too much feedback. Time for a
pet peeve. All these people that program *on-line*. Too slow to sit
down and think about what you want to do before you do it. Better to
grab your terminal and start hacking at it. Design be damned. "It
cramps my style." Yea. And you wonder why girls find you a little
wierd. Or women, if you prefer. 
Let us not forget the importance of labels.
Like net.singles. All you *other* people--stop reading this. Single
people only. Hold your badges up to the screen for validation.
One thing about laser disc players. You just punch in one
track and the little sucker will play it over and over again. Only
way to really understand a piece of music is to listen to over and
over again. Something elemental in music. Nothing elemental about
the net. I mean, it is all so *complicated*. Wire and stuff. A
zillion billion electrons all bumping into each other at just the
right time. Think about it. Music is easy. A frequency here, a
frequency there. Maybe the net is a jillion people all bumping into
each other? "Get out of my way!" "Hey, I was here first!" "Mind your own
business." "You stink." "I like color analysis" "Yo' mama.." "If we
type two left brackets followed by a circumflex, we can pretend that
we are sending a simulated hug." "Ugh." "Let's all pretend we care
about each other.." Yea. My dissertation is on the importance of
wearing sunglasses when playing jazz in a smoke-filled bar. At least
I understand the music. Stand in the street at midnight, and if you
cannot feel that frantic hip-swung lust of darkness, the rythm of
flight, the song that plays over and over in a tune that never stops
(stuck in the groove)--if you cannot hear that, go back to your
terminals, to the electron void...(oh wait, my fifteen minutes is up)
Anybody got a dime for the Instant Fame meter?

Andy Cohill