Place: Calderwood Studio, MacDowell, Lauren Weedman’s going-away party.
People: Two women colonists I can only identify as S1 and S2, and myself.
Me: I think I think about the internet too much.
S1: I’m the wrong person to ask about this.
S2: You have a blog, don’t you? Delete your blog.
S1: Yeah, actually. You should.
<S2: Tomorrow. Delete your blog tomorrow. Blogs are for 17-year-olds with no pets. You can download it before you delete it, if you're worried about losing something, and then you're fine.
Me: I have friends who use it to follow up on me, but they don't write or call and forget that I don't know they're still there. [S1 and S2 give expressions of horror]
S1: That is so creepy. Why do your friends want to know what you're doing that way?
S2: Guys without blogs are much sexier.
S1: It's true. A guy without a blog could be fucking someone else but a guy with a blog…well, it's all right there.
S2: Tomorrow, when I check, I want to see that your blog is gone. I have to have some impact on you while you're here.
Me: There's no time, is there?
S2: There's no time. How old are you?
Me: I turn 40 this summer.
S1: There's no more time. I don't even read anymore.
S2: Me neither. There's no more time.
S1 and S2 together: Delete your blog.