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Wednesday, November 27, 2002
Rebel without a pause
There are days, today being one of them, when I feel called upon to justify myself as something more than a mere online prankster. This may be impossible, I tell myself, perhaps too late. Perhaps I've devolved to a degree that there's no coming back. I worry deeply about this between bouts of maniacal cackling. It must have been more than a little obvious to those who bother reading this blog and my decreasingly frequent EGR sends that this year has indeed taken its toll on my mental and spiritual faculties. Some ask if I've gone mad. In the past, I never had to pause and think before answering. Now I find it an interesting question. I can't remember if I was mad before. This is possibly one of those Bad Signs you hear about.
It is at such moments that I often Google back in time, trying to find some semblance of my former self. Like those notes that guy writes on his body in Memento. "You already had a ham sandwich at 4 o'clock. If it's 5 o'clock now, you are not hungry." Anyway, here's a clip from a piece Jack Schofield wrote about me in The Guardian last May before I lost it. On the edge and trying to stay there. In my line of work, that isn't always easy.
For the full article, click on the headline above or The Guardian grafik. Jack, take it away...
Locke went from MCI to IBM, but there he was forbidden from writing or
talking to the press. Bored and frustrated, he started an email newsletter,
Entropy Gradient Reversals. That's where RageBoy was born, pouring scorn on his
employer, and where Locke developed his voice. EGR was read by internet mavens -
it was the only way to find out what he was thinking - but it often had as much
or more to say about sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. The running gag was RageBoy
escaping from his chains, insulting readers, and goading them to unsubscribe,
before Locke managed to regain control and apologise, or not.
It was often very funny, sometimes intensely moving, full of ideas, and
beautifully written. It was, in short, the sort of thing no conventional
publication would allow, but it couldn't be stopped on the web. Locke's response
to IBM had been: "I'll write on the web: these people are so dumb, they're never
going to find it." They did, of course, but as his boss said, "since you quit 30
seconds ago, I don't think there's anything they can do about it".
He went back to Boulder, Colorado, where his love life took twists and turns
as engaging as any soap. "I am trying to live my heart online, and it's dicey,"
he says. "We're giving ourselves permission to act like humans online, and we've
never had that permission before. We fail and we make mistakes and we're broken,
and there's a lot of juice in that. I'm kind of on the edge, and I'm trying to
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"RageBoy: Giving being fucking nuts a good name since 1985."
28 October 2004
||More of Chris Locke's photos
Until a minute ago, I had no photos. I still have no photos to speak of.
I don't even have a camera. But all these people were linking to "my photos."
It was embarassing. It's still embarassing. But I'm used to that.
what I'm listening to...
egr on topica
on yahoo groups
terms of service
It is too late.