How much time — if any — do you spend on the Web? Is it a distraction or a blessing?
If it’s a distraction, it’s one that suits my purposes. Montaigne would have approved of the Web, seeing in it, as I’m sure he would, a paradigm for the ties that bind even the most disparate things — much the way Gordon Lish once told me, “eventually everything rhymes with everything else,” or my late grandmother would always insist, “everything is the same but different.”
The Web is like having my favorite haunts — library and post office, theater and gallery, newsroom, museum and archives — all in the same stone’s throw. No less the mall, casino and bawdy house; but those are dissipations I’ve, for the most part, avoided. For pure pleasure, an hour’s mousing around dictionary.com is hard to better.