the year was 1997 and i was 13 years old, just about to go into the 8th grade. i had met another teenage girl, a few years my senior, on a trip to maine who was the daughter of a friend of a friend of my parents. we got to talking about the internet, and she asked if i had my own website. i did not. she then told me about how her boyfriend had helped her make website, and if i gave her my email address, she’d send me the link when she got back home so i could see it.

seeing hers made me completely obsessed with learning how to make my own, and i embarked on an obssessed experimental journey to teach myself html so i too could post my disjointed teenage thoughts, bad poetry, and blinkie graphics onto the web in attempt to connect with other teenagers from far off places.

little did i know that this little obsession would eventually launch a career that i would later become completely and utterly disenfranchised with… but i digress.

twenty-five years, and many websites built and washed away by the hands of time later, i find myself going back to the roots of my youth… raw html in notepad to journal my thoughts. away from social media, away from the cms systems that i built my career off of (drupal and wordpress if you care about that sort of thing).

i have no intention here other than to record my thoughts for my own amusement and enjoyment, and given how many projects i’ve stated and stopped over the years, i make no promises that i’ll do anything more with this space than what i’m writing now… but there’s the hope i’ll remember why i enjoyed this when i was a kid… it’s worth a shot, right?