Navel-Gazing Ringers Growing Artists A yellowed Zippy the Pinhead cartoon still clings to our refrigerator door, lost among the curling postcards, magnetic poetry pieces, and ragged flotsam of momentary delight. Like Zippy, I waited for the electronic kiss of the Internet to wake me from the dull daydreams of my PC puttering. Nothing happened for a long time.
Time moves slowly on.
I get a Mac and and e-mail. I get messages from people searching for other people with the same surname, and my boss in the next room. I install Netscape and am confronted with my first home page. We are finally interactive - but we are not pleased. When four friends got together to create an electronic magazine we had almost no idea where our contributors would come from.