Back in the day, before people had personal computers or a glimmer of what that might mean, I went to the New England Folk Festival in the burbs of Boston. It was a yearly event and still goes on. That year, the nerdier nerds of the folk dance community had set up something called the Internet Petting Zoo where you could sit down at a screen and look at something called “web pages” which had information about dance and singing and other kinds of events in places other than the one we were in. Via something called “the internet.”
My brain went KA-BLAM. Continue reading
