Don’t go by me
So, regarding my “ludditian” lament over the progressive disappearance of print, and my occasional preference for a hard copy in my hands…I should point out that I am probably not the best judge of what will work for *The Future* nor the most flexible adaptor.
Case in point: In the summer of 1993, when I was on the tall end of 27, I went on a misbegotten date with the then president of VH1, who was roughly 20 years my senior. I’d met him at The Palladium (!) during The New Music Seminar. At the time, he was mulling his next move, which I’d soon learn was to run and re-invent Prodigy.
“May I pick your brain,” he asked, over vegan food at Nosmo King in Tribeca. I guess he figured I was representative of normal twentysomethings.
“Sure,” I said.
“What do you think of the Internet? Do you think it’s going to have a big impact on our lives in the future? Can you see using it for more than email?”
Before I tell you what I said, I’ll note here that I am the step-daughter of a man who was offered - and passed on – the first Honda car dealership in the United States in the early 1970s. He told Mr. Honda himself, “I’m sorry, but Americans don’t like small cars.”
Me, I told the next president of Prodigy that I thought the Internet was cool and all, but, um, probably just a fad.
So, yeah, don’t go by me.
