My mind is blowing with Web 2.0. “I’m late” is the recurrent thought that sails my mind right now. I’m Alice’s bunny running to join the tea table of collaborative life. I have never registered myself in so many different websites and services, tested dozens of tools where “share” seems to be Big Brother’s order. Share photos, share thoughts, share opinions. Next week I had Gmail and Orkut, today I have Facebook, Del.ici.us, Zyb, Second Brain, Gather, Youtube, Flickr, Twitter, etc.com. Now I also got WordPress. For too long I delayed my blog presence the same way I hated childhood personal journals. I have neither the patience nor the discipline to keep updating stuff, but now, collaborative presence is a matter of internet life or death, and wordpress seemed more interesting than keep trying to update my personal website via server. So I decided on having a weblog. When taking a bath I had this Joycean epiphany wrapped in some cheesy movie a saw about some blocked writer: “A writer is someone who has something to say”. Well, that should be easy. So now, I realized I have something to share, something that people would like to read. I had a life to dig and worlds to rearrange.
