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Dear Mols

“How are we supposed to bring up the network if we can’t bring up the servers?”

Posted by Angela Glass on Thursday, December 10, 2015

 

I’m ready to create—to use the tools we created, the platforms, the surfaces, the languages, the software, the servers, the networks,…

Remember when I was a wee one on the internet
Long before we’d ever met?

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I was the guild leader’s girlfriend
I played first chair, first violin

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A performing arts student
And touch prone to sin

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Cailynn was my character’s name
A level 55 rogue or so
Before I’d never play her again

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SpunkyGidget was my pseudo-name
When the internet became a game
And life was never the same

Molly.com because she was
on the internet before
The Internet is for Porn” was born

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“Women in Technology” worn like a wet t-shirt
They disposed of Ms. Dewey’s digital body
Like she was a Jimmy Chou model

Ask Ms. Dewey

I train Siri daily
Temper autism with creativity
Throw tantrums, test the water
Wanna spark something bigger?

Hey Siri

“Why don’t you tell them the truth?
Say what you want to say,
and let the words fall out,
honestly, I want to see you be brave!”

We never worked together, not technically speaking.

Isn’t it about time?

Brian Rosenthal, to clear up the amibiguity

Don’t you work for free?

You inspire me, I’ve created a classroom of kids who need some of you…

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I hear we can connect face-to-face through technology, almost like we were there… once, sitting around the on the carpet in living room.

Should we live or die, let us do digitally?

After all, that’s what brought us together IRL.

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And in my dreams, one day, I’ll see you again soon in person.

stuck behind a keyboard, characters in keystroke converted into bits and bites bypassing languages to be recorded while they carry no real content.

If the inmates are still running the asylums, let’s be creatively free:

I’m ready to create—to use the tools we created, the platforms, the surfaces, the languages, the software, the servers, the networks,…

Would it be so hard to cobble all this stuff we have laying around in our digital garages and turn it into something useful to communicate cultural and creative content?

I mean isn’t it as easy as connecting the dots of services that are out there to explain how easy it is to … connect the dots?

Dear Mols, I miss me. Do you miss me too?

I love you.

Virtually,
Yours

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