I have lost interest in the continuing saga of Steve Gillmor’s seemingly self-ignited internet implosion. To anyone who isn’t a close friend or opportunistic groupie, Steve’s recent posts, taunts and fight picking have demonstrated that something is out of kilter over there. I suspect there may be more to it than meets the eye and, above all else, I don’t want to pile on.
So I have quit reading about it and tried to quit writing about it.
But Rogers Cadenhead’s post today about Steve ‘s latest antics contained a line that I find irresistibly funny and completely accurate:
“I was upset to see InfoRouter shuttered, because I’ve come to appreciate Gillmor’s bizarre takes on Web 2.0, which read like tech magazine hype filtered through Dennis Hopper.”
Maybe Dennis Hopper in another David Lynch film. Blue Velvet sequels into Angry Sandpaper.
What I know is this: no one who is as smart as Steve and makes their living writing writes as incoherently as Steve does unless they are trying to. It’s Naked Lunch, internet -style. Some think it’s clever. Some are confused by it. And some find it to be a pointless waste of energy. I see it as a method of disassociation. Like a cyber-tattoo.
And I just don’t understand why it has to be this way.
I remember the first time I heard a Gillmor Gang podcast. I was amazed at the wit and intellect. Like Alias, however, I was late to the party and got into it right before it started the downward spiral into oblivion. And I remember hearing Steve talk at that Berkley CyberSalon. I was blown away by his logic and tenacity. I miss those days.
I don’t even care about this ridiculous gesture business any more.
I just hope Steve finds some outlet for his intellect and energy that will make him happy.
It’s hard to overstate the importance of being happy. And it’s hard to be happy when you’re mad at everybody.
Peace to you Steve Gillmor. No more harsh words from this corner. You’ll never read this, of course, but maybe the positive karma will find its way to you somehow.