Moby Still Bitching About, Using, Internet
Not unlike one of his songs, the saga of Moby's attempt to stay off the web goes on and on and gets increasingly more annoying:
my email fast has become an email diet. i'm restricting myself. my original idea was to get rid of: phone, email, internet, etc, and just sit on my front stoop for an hour a day. it seemed like such a civilized idea. if you wanted to talk to me you could just meet me on my stoop. it ultimately seemed to be a bit too impractical.
Wake us when it's over, k?
