The date: summer 2000.
The place: a winery newsletter.
The reason: because I'm cleaning out the basement, and throwing zillions of trees' worth of PR effluvia out. And because this was (briefly) saved from the outflow.
I quote:
I don't care how many individual billionaires the internet has floated, I still think it's just a fad.
People no longer punctuate, they don't capitalize, they don't use complete sentences, they don't form complete thoughts, they don't make cogent or well-reasoned points, and they don't proof-read before hitting the send button. I blame the internet for all that. [...] I blame the internet, with its exclusive emphasis on lightning speed over quality, and its aversion to capital letters and to spaces between words, for the bastardization of English that we're presently witnessing. [...] In my opinion, people might just as well send actual garbage to their friends, like fish bones and potato peels and oily rags, as electronic garbage such as that.
But I just feel in my bones that most people who buy things on the internet are insomniac zombies who have nothing going on in their lives, no friends, no social skills, so they sit awake at 3 in the morning playing with their keyboards and ordering books from you-know-who, and wines from obscure wineries they know nothing about.
Any takers? Long-timers should actually find this pretty easy.
The place: a winery newsletter.
The reason: because I'm cleaning out the basement, and throwing zillions of trees' worth of PR effluvia out. And because this was (briefly) saved from the outflow.
I quote:
I don't care how many individual billionaires the internet has floated, I still think it's just a fad.
People no longer punctuate, they don't capitalize, they don't use complete sentences, they don't form complete thoughts, they don't make cogent or well-reasoned points, and they don't proof-read before hitting the send button. I blame the internet for all that. [...] I blame the internet, with its exclusive emphasis on lightning speed over quality, and its aversion to capital letters and to spaces between words, for the bastardization of English that we're presently witnessing. [...] In my opinion, people might just as well send actual garbage to their friends, like fish bones and potato peels and oily rags, as electronic garbage such as that.
But I just feel in my bones that most people who buy things on the internet are insomniac zombies who have nothing going on in their lives, no friends, no social skills, so they sit awake at 3 in the morning playing with their keyboards and ordering books from you-know-who, and wines from obscure wineries they know nothing about.
Any takers? Long-timers should actually find this pretty easy.