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Ah, blessed three words, how I love thee.
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So inbetween various discussion of the many good things Olympic orgies might bring us (make countries bond and help relations among countries of the world for sure) and reading the lastest big discussion about Turimel's book on "Jordan Wood" and all that insanity, I got to thinking about words and the Net.
Now, some of you may now that words do matter to me. I believe words have power through the stories they tell and through what we use them for. And the Net is a world of words - and thus often a world of lies (and by this I don't mean white lies, but the more serious lies that have greater consequences). So you have Jordan Wood and Thalia and plagiarisers. Where does this leave the power of words? Does it cheapen even my words? It's a distressing thought to me. I am a person of words. I like to write, to read, to debate, to think. I submerge myself in worlds created merely by words and I create worlds of my own with my words. And my words is the gate to my mind, a gate I watch most carefully. I have tied my honour to my word and thus I expect people to trust it. But I wonder if this is not an unfair assumption.
So I'm wondering - how much do you trust people on the Net? Am I a silly, naive Norwegian with old-fashioned ideas of honour? (If you say yes, I promise not to smack you with a trout.) Or is trust and honour essential on the Net, this world of words?
Story not found.
So inbetween various discussion of the many good things Olympic orgies might bring us (make countries bond and help relations among countries of the world for sure) and reading the lastest big discussion about Turimel's book on "Jordan Wood" and all that insanity, I got to thinking about words and the Net.
Now, some of you may now that words do matter to me. I believe words have power through the stories they tell and through what we use them for. And the Net is a world of words - and thus often a world of lies (and by this I don't mean white lies, but the more serious lies that have greater consequences). So you have Jordan Wood and Thalia and plagiarisers. Where does this leave the power of words? Does it cheapen even my words? It's a distressing thought to me. I am a person of words. I like to write, to read, to debate, to think. I submerge myself in worlds created merely by words and I create worlds of my own with my words. And my words is the gate to my mind, a gate I watch most carefully. I have tied my honour to my word and thus I expect people to trust it. But I wonder if this is not an unfair assumption.
So I'm wondering - how much do you trust people on the Net? Am I a silly, naive Norwegian with old-fashioned ideas of honour? (If you say yes, I promise not to smack you with a trout.) Or is trust and honour essential on the Net, this world of words?
