Not unlike one of his songs, the saga of Moby's attempt to stay off the web goes on and on and gets increasingly more annoying:

my email fast has become an email diet. i'm restricting myself. my original idea was to get rid of: phone, email, internet, etc, and just sit on my front stoop for an hour a day. it seemed like such a civilized idea. if you wanted to talk to me you could just meet me on my stoop. it ultimately seemed to be a bit too impractical.

Wake us when it's over, k?

ok, some random things: [Moby, via Stereogum]

Earlier: Gawker's coverage of Moby