192329 There are certain moments. As mister O'Neill taught us, so long ago when our hair was long. The moment you realize you're drinking, which is usually contemporaneous with the moment you start to check how much alcohol is left. The moment you realize you have no privacy. The moment you understand the Internet has metastasized, and you're so much more plugged in than you ever thought you'd be. Remember that day, walking down Oakland just south of Capitol, when you realized that being "connected" was making you less connected? Imagine if you didn't have the choice to turn it off. It would be like a nightmarish form (is there any other?) of immortality. There's a reason they called it a Web. There are certain moments. The moment you can't make your car payment. The moment the level is over. Save and quit. The moment supper is ready (2014)