I remember an episode of Battlestar Galactica, back in my computer camp days, where Starbuck (was that his name?) is watching whatever they called the monitor for space-transmissions, for some reason they think they're going to find something. He eventually leaves the room, dispirited, just a moment before a signal arrives of Americans landing on the Moon. The Eagle has Landed. He missed by just that much.
The various kinds of one-way broadcasting on the web -- see, e.g., the Maury Povich thing, and blog secret -- remind me of that, people sending out their message (though with more intention and hope than Neal Armstrong) and waiting for their own Starbuck to see it.
Which leads to Carol Flax's 1996 web project on adoption, and her project's page of readers' stories. It is a broadcasting system, too, though not about apologies or Maury Povich. (Though not far off.)
IMET A GIRL NAMED SUE. LAST NAME I HAVE FORGOTTEN. I WAS IN THE AIR FORCE A CAMP DOUGLAS WISCONSIN. SUE GAVE BIRTH TO A SON SOMETIMES IN 68 OR 69.
i an 12 and this is my story my mom is has a broken neck and my dad is going deff i hate my life is there any one that can help me :(
Dad its me I need you I was born in California and born Febuary secound but I'm not sure you knew that. You left me my two sisters and I. please come see me I am missing somthing and nothing else can fix the hole in my heart please.
when i was a boy my parents beat mePosted by dbrown at April 26, 2005 12:27 AM