Why I hate the internet, yet am still doing a blog...

It's been about a month now I think since audiences started, and I have finally decided to start a blog. I was going to have a stop about it, and not do it, but on reflection, I realise this won't get me anywhere. It's because I hate the internet. I hate the idea of communicating virtually, and not engaging personally with people when you find something exciting. When I am excited about a piece of work, or something I've read or seen, I want to tell people about it, and show them, not battle with a computer, getting stuck behind firewalls and disconnected every five minutes. It worries me that eventually we will never see each other in the flesh, everybody's life will be virtual, with virtual friends and a virtual personality, where we know more about how Facebook operates than we do about our friends. My art is about being, and physical reactions. It's about the conversation that happens around it, and the facial expressions of the viewers; these things cannot happen in a virtual world. For this reason I have been reluctant to start a blog, but after realising that I am more than likely going to be marked down for not conforming, I have admitted defeat, and here it is...