"Racecar" is a palindrome

You're all excited, I know, at this foray into the electronic. Now you can grasp whatever parts of my cyber-perspective are hurtling around in Google's basement and tunnel them through the portals of your computer screens, gulping fiction in 15-inch bites. It's like driving one of those race-car simulations, where the road twists and winds around, and trees wildly bounce off the windshield, and the sky goes 'round and 'round. All the while, though, the hood of the car stays firmly planted on the bottom of the screen--immobile, static, only crumpling when careering off a particularly large obstacle.

You may think that when we thought like a child, we raced like a child--but it's still true. At this very instant, your keyboard is your hood. You think you're flying rapidly wherever you want to go, all over this cyber-space world, but you're not going anywhere it doesn't want you to. And you're certainly not going to get off the map.

But then again, neither am I. Let's just try not to crash, OK?