There is no spring in Chicago. “Spring” apparently means it is drizzling, with a temperature hovering somewhere in the 40s. I am spending more time in the dorm and less at parties. I am addicted to the Internet.
Usenet newsgroups are the bomb. I learn about everything from Dragonlance to Tori Amos to cooking. I get to know a lot of interesting people, and I browse Web pages on myriad topics. The T1 line in my room makes it almost irresistible. I have never thought of myself as a geek, but as friends walk past my open door on their way to the dining hall, I am always sitting in front of my computer, always telling them, “I’ll be down in a bit.” Eventually, I become “the one who is into computers.” Strangely, this does not bother me.