Navel-gazing

I've been spending a lot of time on my computer recently: I finally got a MySpace account, (for reasons much too pathetic to get into), have been emailing like a motherfucker for my day job, and dealing with evites, and this and that and whatever, and blah blah blah in cyberland, and I don't think, despite my definite web presence, that I have really joined the e-revolution.

Here's the problem: I don't understand the acronyms, I can't type incomplete sentences, I can't even send a text message without proper grammar and punctuation. I tend to get really wordy. If brevity is the soul of wit, I have neither. Or am neither. Whatever.

But is it just me? Doesn't anyone else write too much? (Women Who Write Too Much?) Am I an email email laughingstock?
When I write people, I just get carried away. And I sometimes get a little annoyed with people who dash off cryptic, one-line replies to my carefully thought-out missives. I like to write. I do. I like to write TO people. And I want to engage in some kind of thoughtful/funny/sentimental exchange with people. Think of those hard covers in the New Yorker book reviews: "The Letters of Satre and Camus". "The Correspondence of Henry Miller and Anais Nin." What will the boutique presses publish in the next century? The email exchanges of me and some guy?

Despite my Freinsdter, MySpace, Evite, and Blogger accounts, I'm a Luddite at heart. And a little pretentious. Let's be honest.