I’ve been reading back through the early archives (which I
wouldn’t recommend), and it feels like excavating down through
layers of sediment, tracing the growth & evolution of the web, a
media format, and most of all, a person. On March 14, 1998, I was
24 years old and dumb as a brick. Oh sure, I’d had lots of book
learning and was quick with ideas, but I knew shockingly little
about actual real life. I was a cynical and cocky know-it-all.
Some of my older posts are genuinely cringeworthy to read now:
poorly written, cluelessly privileged, and even mean spirited. I’m
ashamed to have written some of them.
But had I not written all those posts, good and bad, I wouldn’t be
who I am today, which, hopefully, is a somewhat wiser person
vectoring towards a better version of himself.
20 years, period, would be a hell of a thing. But 20 years and running strong is even better. Congratulations, my friend, and thank you.