Rageboy: Small Medium Large

I agree with Doc that we need to talk about what Rageboy is doing over at his site. Not that we know exactly what to say. In fact, we really don't get it. But we've got to try to figure it out. Let me take a stab at it. He's making this small medium large. He's showing us where it's going. He's showing us he's already there.

I was standing in the shower, washing my hair, thinking about it the other day, knowing that in about five years we'll say to him, "Chris, now I see what you were doing. We were right there up close watching it happen but we really didn't get it then, did we?!" We'll have to apologize to him. We'll have to yield to him. We'll have to admit he really was spot on and we were off in Lu-Lu Land.

He knows a few things about the Net. He knows a few things about blogs. He knows it's about connecting with people. He knows it's a medium of passion. He knows there's something going on with women here, naked women and women getting "naked" -- i.e., women telling the truth for once. You can hear their voices for the first time ever in blogs. He knows it's about graphics and sometimes words.

He juxtaposes big flashy pictures of Las Vegas, Entertainment City, with simple heart-felt words about the common ties of friendship. He shows the clash of phony neon lights and real flesh people.

He can't stop talking about sex and love -- as if they were the last outposts of what makes us real and what keeps us alive and what is true. He summons them like a sorcerer, as if to jolt us awake. Maybe he thinks we are so numb, it's the only weapon he can use to get our attention, to make us notice, to bring us back to life. He uses porno like cardio paddles -- shocking us back into consciousness. And once our hearts are racing like his, we just might start to get it. Maybe this is a medium where we can be alive again.