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         New Y2K Angst

Every time I write a column about Y2K I feel a need to run it 
past my lawyers, the good people at Skinner, Park, and 
Orwell. They advised me to warn you this article is not an 
incitement to riot. So don't. Okay?

I live in the zone Toronto Hydro tested for Y2K readiness a 
few months back. I didn't experience so much as a flicker. A 
couple years ago the average citizen was in a state 
approaching mild hysteria regarding Y2K - the kind of 
hysteria only the misinformed can really work up.

Studies show Y2K anxiety has markedly decreased, much to the 
chagrin of makers of dried foods and Teflon-coated bullets. 
Well-publicized trial runs by utility companies have done a 
lot to instill confidence. The big stuff like electricity, 
phones, and CITY TV will be available the moment the clock 
strikes 12:00.00000001 that fateful Saturday morning. Could 
things have been better planned that this New Years Eve falls 
on a Friday? Three days of mental and physical recovery time! 
If you're in search of evidence for the existence of a 
merciful god, look no further.

Utilities, unfortunately, have a new worry: Y2K rubber 
neckers. Basically it works like this. After shouts of "happy 
New Year", year early salutations to the new millenium, and a 
drunken kiss or five, everyone in North America is going to 
pick up the phone to see if there's a dial tone and flush the 
toilet to see if there's water. Two hundred million receivers 
are going to be uncradled simultaneously. Eighty million 
toilets are all going to be requesting a couple litres of 
water. The systems will crash. People, with their limbic 
systems given a longer leash due to alcohol, will conclude 
the crash is because Y2K errors have brought the world to an 
end. People will start looting Wal-Mart or getting their 
brother the 24 hour day trader to sell everything.

Fortunately, Y2K is hitting some pretty technically savvy 
countries like Japan and Australia a half day early. So that 
should provide some advanced warning of things to come. 
Here's a tip, get on IRC and find yourself a friend on the 
other side of the world. I got one in Malaysia. She's mine so 
don't take her.

If there's going to be some looting, I'll want to head out 
early for Rosedale or the Bridal Path.

             Net Angst

Back in 1995 I turned down a couple jobs working for Internet 
ventures. I thought the net was pretty cool, I loved writing 
about it (I've been doing this column since 1994), but I 
didn't want to solely rely on a potential fad for income. 
These days I find myself working for an e-commerce company 
(I've only ever bought one thing over the web... a CD from 
Amazon.com for my Y2K canary in Malaysia). I'm looking at 
accepting a job with a net portal in Seattle, the land of 
three thousand dot.coms. I didn't even blink when the Seattle 
offer came up. All I could think about was heading for a 
refuge  from extreme winters and summers.

So much of my working life is now tied up in the net, I feel 
ill when I see people trying to plaster the net all over my 
forms of relaxation. When I see a web address in a movie 
trailer at SilverCity, it makes me want to scream louder than 
the scream I want to scream after enduring the five 
commercials they now run before the commercials for up coming 
films.

Movies are my escape. Please stop it with the web addresses 
in the previews!

I'm not alone in my dualism. There's a strange anti-
technology posturing among the very people that have created 
this high tech world of hardware and software. Engineers who 
are designing the latest image recognition software for smart 
bombs whack at each other with primitive swords at medieval-
themed tournaments sponsored by the Society for Creative 
Anachronism (www.sca.org). The Unabomber manifesto was 
probably the most downloaded document before the Starr 
report.

While not quite an anti-technology screed, the NetSlaves 
ezine (www.disobey.com/netslaves) is a fascinating and 
humorous look at the lives of those bound to net start ups by 
what's become known as "gold handcuffs". Many start ups are 
eschewing decent salaries for the lure of stock options. In 
exchange for inhuman hours, low pay, and letting very rich 
stupid people manage you, you get a chance at sharing in a 
company's meteoric fortunes after an IPO.

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