Begin Somewhere Near the Beginning

With so much material to choose from, it was hard to pick a first post for this blog about a blog. The idea was first presented to me by a friend when I asked for advice on whether or not to republish and/or consolidate almost a decade’s worth of blogging. Initially my friend was leaning toward “kind of weird” and “too personal,” but when I started sharing posts with her via gchat—my self-deprecating, retrospective commentary filling in the details—the seed of an idea started to sprout. Within hours, the sites were being constructed, and if you continue to follow along you’ll soon realize, that’s how my internet low-low rolls.

So let us begin somewhere near the beginning, Beatrices.

 

Published on: Sep 4, 2001 @ 22:59

Press day can be so damn long sometimes. I still can’t decide whether or not I like my new job. It’s not awful… but it’s not my old job. I’m starting to wonder if I am beyond ever enjoying any job again. … this gig better score me a spot as senior something-or-other at a shit hot magazine…

 

The new job in question here was my stint as an editorial designer at a certain gay and lesbian newspaper that will continue to remain nameless. As later posts will show, I did finally settle on not in regards to liking the job. True, it wasn’t awful, but like many bottom-of-the-totem jobs you do early in your career, it paid decently at the expense of working me like a fucking mule; my superiors had no idea what they were doing, and I was one of two people in the whole place who wasn’t gay or lesbian—not that it should have mattered, but in the end it did. So yeah, the job sucked and ended badly but it became plenty of blog fodder… all other stories for other times.

As it turns out press day is always damn long. This job may not have landed me a spot as a senior something-or-other at a shit hot anything, but it was the first job in my decade-long career in publications. So there’s that at least.

The question of whether or not I am beyond ever enjoying any job again lingers. The question of why I had to use (and do so incorrectly) so many ellipses remains a mystery. But rest assured, gentle readers, I’ve learned a lot since then.

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The Origin Story

A long time ago, in an internet far, far away, I decided to create a weblog. It was after the burst of the dot-com bubble, during the slow afterburn that eventually tore through start-ups like a California wildfire, when having internet access and email at work was a newly common thing and people still used fax machines. “Weblogs” were relatively new and strange things, and I was (mostly) young and doing my damnedest to become less dumb. Without a second thought, the internet sucked me in.

I created my first blog in 2001 and chronicled my online and real lives on and off for nearly a decade. The original posts tell the story of virtual friendships—back then we still used “virtual” unironically—and inside jokes, online games, website redesigns, life before the red squiggle (oh, so many typos!), and my immigration to the US from Canada. You could read the blog chronologically (or not!) and imagine it offers a complete picture of my life during those years, but it was really a story told to people online that already knew me and much of the detail was confined to AIM chats and emails. So rather than let you read it yourself and attempt to fill in the blanks—which you can totally do here against my recommendation—I decided to read it to you.

27things, once a blog, has become a blog about a blog. Read along with me as I revisit my past life on the internet, making fun of my own spelling mistakes, myself and the internet as it was, and reflect upon sweet and sour memories of unreliable servers, online friends, romance and some good fashioned internet drama.

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