Sometimes we are receptive to the transmission and sometimes we are completely unaware… I crave the radiant light of the transmission… I am nothing less or nothing more than the antennae for the transmission… We are no longer purely flesh, but rather, data has entered our blood stream and we thrive on the ingestion of the electrical transmission. Information is nourishment, food, a life force that is the essence of who we are… I continue to contemplate the mystery and immediacy of the live transmission. For not only does the broadcast shorten the temporal distance between performance and audience, it connects it, fuses it inseparably. Just as cybernetic devices have enabled entrance into the virtual, the live broadcast transmits and extends the immediacy of my gesture or utterance to anyone connected to networked space… Writing and thinking and having this conversation with myself at the same time broadcasting while someone out there in the world is receiving the message as it is being thought while performing the message signal at the same time. I would say that this is an act of direct communication from the brain to the viewer… Have we become input ::::|:::: output machines processing and redirecting and transmitting information as we attempt to conduct our daily interactions via networked media?