Or that, at times, Justin would grab my camera and turn it around on me and ask embarrassing questions. I wasn't prepared for my own privacy to be invaded by a master of invasion. I wonder now, though, even as I write this, if I wasn't, on some level, attracted to Justin for a similar reason as that journalist. Not that I wanted sex with him, but that I was fascinated by the prospect of his writing up our interaction, and that would create an interesting tension between filmmaker and subject. But, in the end, tension is good.
Tension makes for drama and humor and compelling storytelling.
We don't mind tension one little bit, us documentary chroniclers of the human experience. Justin dropped off the Web not long ago, the victim of severe carpal tunnel syndrome. It's basically revealed as a note at the end. I knew I could happily go on forever, chronicling Justin and his links, particularly since Hi-8 stock is so inexpensive. I felt Minds represented a crossroads of Net idealism and Net commercialism, that its ultimate destiny will tell us a lot about the future of the Web.