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Webspace and Me: A History

17 Dec

The move to Wordpress is a major landmark in my experience of creating my presence on the internet; it is the first time in my 9 years of having my own site that I have paid for hosting. To mark the occasion I wanted to create a timeline to show the progression of the sites I’ve created, plus I’ve never cataloged this so I though it would be interesting for me if not for anyone else.

I want to say it began in 1998 when we first got the internet at home. We had aol and you could make your own website, I don’t really remember it.

From that I moved on to the free hosting site tripod.com. I never made a personal site there, instead I made a site to list the complete discographies of every band that I liked, with tracklistings. In the early 2000s I made the first ever (and as far as I know, still the only) fan site for Blake Hazard. You can get a very broken glimpse of it via the Way Back Machine archive take a look. Oh and then there was a site I made to educate people on the different ways “indie” music can be defined. I was quite the indie snob.

At the same time I started having a blog, I used livejournal, and xanga, and livejournal again, and again.

Which reminds me of something I’ve missed from livejournal and can do now… (more…)

I Dream Narration

18 Jun

I dream narration. No, I’m not saying I dream in narration, or that my dreams are narrated; I’m saying that I literally dream narration.
There are no images, no visualization whatsoever, just straight, third person narration. That’s right, third person, it’s not even about me.
This might be a bit useful if say, I could remember it all, I could probably write a novel or 12. But all I usually remember is what occurs in that last part of sleep before waking up, like a kind of half-sleep/half-awake when you know you’re dreaming and waking up, but you can make it go on just a little longer. So what I usually have it something like:

John always thought himself to be good man, a tall man, yet he had an unseemingly bleak outlook on life.

Yes, it is strange!

It might have something to do with how much I liked Stranger Than Fiction, probably combined with me thinking about writing fiction, instead of just journalism (which is mostly factual). I actually started writing short stories in elementary, but they were mostly about pens and bracelets.