Saturday, 30 August 2014

A Gauntlet, Thrown

The text message arrived last Saturday, part of a barrage following the self-imposed tech exile in which I spent the preceding week. “Nice shoutout today,”—it declared—“on!” This communication came from none other than the proprietor of said web presence, Mr. Steele himself.

Lockhart, it seemed, was following through on his recent threat to revive his “web-log”, and had featured me in his very first post, even going so far as to imply that our conversation on the rooftop of his South Street Seaport apartment was in some way culpable for his perpetrating this crime against the internet.

By calling me out in the very first sentence of his relaunched blog, was Lock hoping to pressure me into making good my counter-threat, to re-launch my own? Having known him for two decades, I could come to only one conclusion: yes. The gauntlet had been thrown down.

Well, Mr. Steele, consider that gauntlet picked up, spit polished, and worn as a thong. As I did once before, I follow you into the blog-o-sphere, where I have no doubt that together we can — even in this day and age — raise the general level of inanity on the internet yet again.