living thru pixelation

OK good, a song I don't care for. For a minute I thought I had unraveled from my own ability to choose preferences. And in a way, this leads to the topic for tonight's presentation.

Sorry! I've been interpreting too much video relay. This is not a presentation. (This is not a pipe).

Sorry again! This is my thought. I am going out to visit my best friend Jaime tomorrow in San Francisco, City of Tofu. (If LA is the City of Angels, what honor was given to the red-headed sister?) I call it the city of remembrance. It is re-gifted.

I am sad for the most ridiculous reason. I do not have a gift for Jaime. There is a reason. What can I bring that cannot be gotten via pixelation? I considered printing some photos, but all my photos are on Facebook or Flickr. I could make a mix CD but it is just as easy to sit and look at each other's iPods. I had purchased coffee from Hawaii but forgot that she herself was going to Hawaii and in fact, bought herself coffee. OK it is true, I could make something. But it's easier to bitch about technology gaining on the good old human interaction.

Which leads me to my point. I wondered, if went to the Away team and didn't return, how long would it be before the Home team noticed? Here are the following people who would notice:
the Away team (San Francisco)
the boyfriend (but it would take him a few days. a long few)
the pay checks (work. but even at that, there's no office to clean out)

Family? Friends? I have a cell phone, I have internet access. How often do we *see* people anymore? It's like within the last 48-months of code red level posting culture we have all turned into those lawn gnomes.

I could be the lawn gnome. I do it already with my feet. Here are my feet in South America. My feet at a backyard BBQ. My friend Nathan has a graphic novel called Power Out about getting unplugged. Wouldn't it be a social heart attack?