Dear Internet,
It’s not you, it’s me.
I’ve been online since 1993. It started with Gopher, The English Server, and a little cyber hole-in-the-wall called D-Con. I loved that geeky, text-only frontier and the sense of freedom that came along with it. It was filled with [...]
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When I was a child I loved finding things…a jar of my grandmother's old buttons, a cigar box filled with boy scout badges and river stones, a flouncy party dress pushed to the back of my mother's closet - circa 1955. With every relic I discovered, there came a story. Real or imagined, the tales that surrounded each object were magic, making the 'thing' more immediate, something more than it was before I'd found it.
Fact or fiction, fantastic, joyful or sad, stories make us more than we were before we found them. Welcome to my shoebox of buttons, sealing wax and scribblings.
- posted on 16/05/2012 23:03:49
