(and Other Such Paradigmatic Reformities)
I live in meatspace. Its the real world, where things like eating and sleeping go on. This is opposed to netspace, webspace, cyberspace, where commerce and pornography go on. Lately I've been noticing a definite feeling of claustrophobia as my space is losing its significance to that other space, which is growing exponentially. It was not long ago that the idea of sitting in front of a computer for more than half an hour a year would have seemed idiotic. Now, the idea of doing without one seems anachronistic.