Briefly considering the issue of those who saw the invention of the desktop and those who grew up with them as appliances.
And to keep the juices going, I think I’m going to write a poem for every Carianne piece posted here. Some catch-up to do.
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My Work
A Universe: an ongoing collection of poems and fictions
100 Days: 100 Stories, Summer 2009
That Night I Wandered on my Homeward Way (DrunkenBoat 10)
100 Days: 100 Poems, Summer 2008Untitled Document
Stoning Field: a hypermedia fiction
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Man, just as you’re matching words with Carianne’s images, I have the perfect image for your first point: about 1972, sitting at a desk with my best friend’s son on my lap; he’s about two or three, plunking on the keyboard of his dad’s computer. If I could only find the photo…