Fasceted lives

Being everyone to everybody, a pauline dictum, seems wrong. Carries you to "nicities", tensions, the stress of that smile in Chirac, the anger after an appropiate but not a true answer.
But who am I to react? The struggle to unify the social and the personal being seems urgent, more urgent in this creative, bombarded age. I will survive. The I will survive. Will change, but will survive. The trouble is finding the I, of keeping that stomach feeling in spite of the great stress of change, of varied intercourses, of the race behind the question "Did you know?".

Junction confusion.

Macworld this week has finished with this new horizon: all Intel. To those old Mac II fans this sounds weird. Just as today Nikon announced this digital only camera industry they want to become.
Old lovers of F 10 and Mac II feel their pillars crack.
Or at least, sink into the ocean depths as the remnants of an old civilization just when the new one is not at all well understood.
There is an emotion that goes with technologies. An emotion that must sink in as the new Apple become Intel driven.
So, to come to grips with these fleeting emotions.
That is learning.