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Back in the day, a century ago in Internet time, but less than one dog year ago really, I joined Orkut. I sent out emails to lots of people I know asking them to be my friend. Dave Winer was the only one who responded so there we were, alone against the world, a dynamic duo really, latency fairly bristling from our spandex costumes… wait, wrong path. This is about blogs, justice, and the American way. Fuck leaping small buildings in a single bound. Screw the faster than a speeding bullet shit. How powerful is a locomotive anyway? I watched The Fugitive and the big dumb brutish chunk-o-steel couldn’t run Richard Kimble down. How powerful is that? Even Tommy Lee Jones could run Richard Kimble down.

Okay, so I was kidding about inviting DW to be my friend on Orkut. I did indeed send out invitations to various online acquaintances who for one reason or another proved allergic to Orkut and so never hit my friends list. That’s cool. Orkut was a fun place to play for a week or two but not the kind of thing that could hold my attention in the face of the several other things I find to occupy my ever less available time.

Here’s the bummer. If I sent you an invitation before, and you didn’t sign up, then Orkut has taken it upon itself to resend the invitation now. This is embarrassing. I’ll try to get it fixed. Meanwhile, if you are one of the dozen or so people who may have originally gotten that invitation from me and for whatever reason not responded to it through the labyrinth of the Orkutian database, I’m sorry to be spamming you. Right now it’s out of my control.