Not that there are any revelations waiting for me in the stats page (yet?), but if it's my turn to reinvent the online wheel, I think I'm going to start with the inversion of private and public. Once upon a time, many years ago, I faked an entry in one of those small-scale (offline) business directories that used to appear every now and then. I took a pic of myself wearing different glasses and a beard, invented a name, faked a biography and sent it off. Then embellished my own entry and sent that off too. Still got the book somewhere. [I must Google my alter-ego; I wonder if he developed a life of his own.]
Among the added extras in my own entry was a hobby: making model boats out of matchsticks. That isn't a hobby of mine. Came into my mind and I just put it in. Hey, I was younger then. Anyway, time passed. The day arrived when I was invited to lunch by a PR outfit, to meet their client. They briefed the client about me, using that book. And I remember so clearly the moment when I realised that he was working the conversation round to matchsticks, model boats, making ...
Just that odd sense of a barrier evaporating. A tiny little private joke committed in the privacy of my office - I must have laughed - that was actually visible round that lunch table. Private into public.
And now the internet, technology, smartphones, the whole primitive thing (primitive: it's evolving so fast). It's that scri-fi - I meant sci-fi, but I like scri-fi - thing that imagining something is the way to bring it into being. Imaginary people went to the moon before real people did; there's a lot we can do now that the characters on Star Trek did first, et cetera. Imagination plus unintended consequences; the internet as a proxy for telepathy - and the sharing that would bring. The internet is the "I am a camera" of private space.
Bright sunshine after rain in the night. A Bank Holiday Monday.