I thought this poem was fitting because, in its own way, this blog site is my own elgin marbles. Howowever, I will not be faced with the same inspiring dillema as Keats is here. To the best of my knowledge there will never be any degradation of this site or for that matter any well maintained digital media. Of course that is fairly short sighted, but the point remains. Sure something could come along and alter the structure of archives and servers to where what I write here may come never to exist. But in that respect it would be as if it had never existed at all and that's my point.

Perhaps, like Hackers, some Zero Cool or Lord Nikon will excavate some form of stored media from some nondescript pile of rubble and follow their techno-lust in order to discover what it contained, only to discover fragments of code that little resemble the original. So I suppose there can be some romantic effort to frame this global dialog into some self sustaining achitecture. You'll have to excuse my lack of specifics here, I am but an eager student of the written English word and am not, and shall not, ever be on the cutting edge of understanding all things computer. But, at least for our sake, I hope my knowledge of the existence of things helps to explore the relationship of things such as this Blog and the over all virtual world, as it is coming into being and being understood by our culture.

I am somewhat under the impression that these entries are suppose to be shorter. You'll please to excuse my verbosity, to the extent that my trade makes me susceptable to it.