Termporary Mortality

Never before have I had such stark proof of my induction into the streams of information as today. As of about noon last Wednesday I found myself out of communication with the world; no national radio, no cable news, no Internet, no reliable phone, not even a single bloody national news rag. I tell you, the company headquarters exists in a place out of time, squatting, annoyed, like some old hillbilly on the crest of the Ozark mountains in Arkansas. So when I finally get loose from the place and back out to where I can get a feed, I am not surprised (but certainly as annoyed as that shoeless wonder mentioned above) to find that the world has gone through important, dramatic changes without telling me.

I feel like Jesus, coming back to find out that the landlord already let out my hovel.

My bitterness aside, what does this say about me? Have I become an information addict without realizing it over the last year and a half? So it would seem; sweaty palms, irritability and constant feeling of distraction...like a cold sore on the roof of your mouth. On the plus side, I don't think that's such a bad thing. At least information isn't a chemical addiction and its certainly both easier and less felonious to get a fix.

None of which is particularly relevant. I might take this as motivation to get an Air Card, but with money being as tight as it is I doubt I'll get around to it until at least the third quarter. What is worth noting; I obviously have way, way to much to get down in print, as it were.