Interface  The impetus for this image hit me around the time of the Deep Blue vs. Kasparov match. Deep Blue doesn't scare me, there isn't anything magical, or special about a computer beating a man a chess. Maybe it would be different if Deep Blue could understand the concept of winning or loosing or making a mistake but it can't so it can't scare me... But some days the Internet does. I have begun to understand how much of my own life is tied into computers. After thirteen years of working with computers, three of those years on the net... I can't write a paper without a word processor. I know my e-mail address better then my phone number, I communicate over e-mail... and as you might have noticed my art work is created with digital assistance. It often feels like the Net pushes humans further from each other. Friendships that only amount to notes between classes. People more attached to IRC then human speech. Don't get me wrong I'm no ludite. I think this is an awesome time to be alive. But there you are sitting at your computer looking at something that I've done, reading this. I don't know who you are , I don't see your face, hear your voice. The only thing that tells me that you exist is a little counter on my page. Isn't anonymity wonderful. Isn't it awful. Its a beautiful day outside. I think I'll go for a walk.