HAD A LOVELY CHAT a few weeks ago with some other local web-writers. Among the afternoon's hypertextual topics: Our first modems.
Ahh, the good old days. Three-hundred-baud telephone modems that attached directly to telephone headsets via "acoustic couplers." Text-only bulletin board systems that were run with such now-forgotten software as Minibin and Polaris, on TRS-80s, Apple IIs and kit-built CP/M computers. Real floppy discs, up to eight inches in diameter, holding as much as 400k.
The online world was a much smaller, though not always civil, place. ("Flame wars" and other breaches of sociability were rampant.)
And, like the worlds of science-fiction fandom and computer hobbyists (the real "hackers") from which it sprung, it was a place teeming with fat guys.
Today's more corporate online world doesn't have many fat guys in charge. It has tall guys in charge instead. Lots of tall guys.
You can see them at any gathering of the dot-com hustlers and the Microsoft elite. They're the movers and the shakers. The fast-talking, hard-handshaking, success-minded gents. The IPO success stories or wannabes. Many of them are tall enough to be Presidential candidates or even late-night talk show hosts.
They know their way around a business plan, or at least can fake it well. They can network and schmooze with the venture-capital gang like all get out.
But the fat guys were a helluva lot more fun to hang out with.
The fat guys knew how to drink and eat and make lovable fools of themselves. The tall guys are usually too self-conscious for that; too obsessed with making the right impression toward someone (often another tall guy) who has, or might one day have, money.
In the March Harper's, Greg Critser has a cover essay (not available online) concerning "The Heavy Truths About American Obesity."
"In upscale corporate America," Critser writes, "being fat is taboo, a surefire career killer. If you can't control your own contours, goes the logic, how can you control a budget or a staff? Look at the glossy business and money magazines with their cooing profiles of the latest genius entrepreneurs: to the man, and the occasional woman, no one, I mean no one, is fat."
Critser's piece depicts the oft-reported "obesity epidemic" as a potential conspiracy by the corporate elite, so big food companies can get rich off of lower-caste people's addictions--and also so that the elites can easily stereotype and demonize those supposedly lazy couch potatoes who'll never amount to anything.
He also has nasty things to say against the fat-pride movement and anyone who doesn't hate obesity as much as he does. (Last year, Critser wrote for the business magazine Worth about his own experience with a new prescription diet drug. Perhaps he thinks if he could go through the ordeal, everyone should be able to and want to.)
Anyhoo, Critser may indeed have a point about why the fat guys who did so much to invent online communication aren't reaping more of the material rewards from the medium they pioneered. They were great programmers and tinkerers, totally devoted to their projects, and enthusiastic builders of some of the first electronic communities.
They just didn't have the look of the Lean-'n'-Mean. (Or the schmoozing or bossing-around skills, or the aura of invincibility.)
But with the old-media monopolists and the stock-bubble hustlers grabbing bigger and bigger chunks of Net "mindshare," it's way past time we recaptured more of the BBS era's homespun, DIY spirit.
Bring back the fat guys.
MONDAY: Benetton, death row inmates, and the Monoculture.
IN OTHER NEWS: Remembering one of the old guard, master computer-journalist Don Crabb.
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