NETMARES

It’s 3 am, and I woke up in a half-lucid terror-dream, with the idea that by web 2.1, every music website will have transformed to some ugly variation of InTouch Weekly plus Myspace, and I will be working the pole for bucks over at Scandal’s, after changing my name to Sparkleshine. I guess, having long become accustomed to the possibilities of nuclear meltdown/detonation, global climate disaster and everyday minor city-street dangers, that’s my idea of a realistic apocalypse. A new thing to wake me up in the night in a cold sweat. Dope.
Then I read this Oh Word post and, reminded of my privilege and also amused and rejuvenated by two forever smart and political writers, I feel a little better.
Going back to bed.