We’ve been calling this the Computer Age. But computers just chew data and convert it to sugar and waste (as far as we can judge the difference). Garbage in; garbage out. For centuries we’ve gladly paid for garbage from exclusive producers. Whoever owned a press also owned a piece of culture. Now we make our own garbage, and gladly pay for it. This is the Content Age!
“Pa! The roof and the pigs and all the corn have spun up into a white tornado! Shouldn’t we go in after them?”
Seeing that a few billion of us chimps have recently acquired magic typewriters, I suppose we could hope and work to see something good come of it. Steve Jobs died trying.
Oct. 5, 2011
Deviations Toward Normal 