blank blank fullness

Perhaps it's the electronic screen, or the degree of impersonality (iPad is changing this in a way, I guess), but when browsing the web, reading off an austere screen, so much removed from me, the intake takes a frenetic shape, my mind tends to be 3 windows ahead, skimming, skipping, scanning; next, next, 'what was I going to do? ah, yea', tabbing.
Rarely, heck, now that I've paused to give cause-- almost never-- do I feel at ease (on a subtle level) when interacting with these internets. What a scary, serious shame. How much time spent... nervous. Jittery, jumping. "The medium is the message." This medium isn't organic, it's electronic. It might deliver something human, but it itself, is... and don't get me wrong I can't / won't do with out you, but pixels -- ya'll are cold. Part of my cognitive functioning becoming bionic? Electricity naturally occurring as synapses signal to spark, shoot messages across the dark hallways of the byways of my brain. and then some + static from flat screens composed of man-made brilliance = overload?. balance is the key, time away to be nature-ally free. Balance coming in bursts of 2-weeks a year for the standards......... hmmm. C'est tout?

The Daily Standard .............................................. ! ______ ?

Fill my blank in with:
awareness
feeling
in my fingers and flesh
interaction
with the bigger-than-me
created by me, I who was created to create it once over
to in turn see it, truly, believe it
without the need to defend it
open source code
to indiscriminately share it
without thinking twice 
built-in being remembered 
IT is BUILT-IN
clean mirrors
real food
a sense of humor
stretching
sweating
stressing
to de-stress necessarily, unforgetably
the non-corny, non-'new-age'-labeled, L-O-V-freaking-E
Real-ity
as it is, as it will be

....... this evoked it for me: "When you live this close to nature, you are listening to a different language ... and you become more sensitive and develop an understanding for the surrounding environment.  I think we all know that feeling of having been outside all day, doing good physical exercise, your muscles feel tired and useful and your senses sharpened. That feeling you used to have when you were a child."

Paperback is so snuggly, now that I think about it. It even comes with its own distinct scent. Like a person.
What does Google smell like? (no hard feelings, goog, you're clearly incomparable. And clearly I'll challenge thee with a comparison)

Well, all this reflection washed over me in a second when I actually took interest in something past those kind of cool-check-this-20-bit-snapshot-link-stumbled-upon-thumbs-up-'like'-ness seen through them web goggles (data miners should really do some research on the average length a window stays open. they probably have. who wants to check it? correlate it to our ever bending, flexing, reflexive rubber-band attention spans). That something touched me enough to make me realize I was being touched in a way (all Kosher here, thanks) closer to the spine of a touchable page-turner. That make sense?

I am, intending a step into depths, depths intended to elevate -- a footprint in some half-dry cement, web's a sidewalk perpetually paved, sure this window might stay open on your screen for not longer than a Twitter
// but content.
Man, Woman -- content. What does the content do to you when it contacts that thing behind the eyes made to break it down to take it in? How long does it take to take a swim around the chambers of your cells and fill the gaps where filed away are millions of megabytes of "I'll never remember that, what impact?"

I guess it only matters when you know it does.

Too much impact? Impact not the necessary matter at hand. A symptom instead. Doing more to undo what's been long done-and-done. Our global 'footprint'. How to push back / while moving forward. always, always forward \
something bigger intervenes
intravenously it sleeps


Thanks, web goggles, wouldn't be here with, by, without you.

And goodnight