Pft. I got online around... 2000-2001. Mostly for economic reasons (my family was pov and we had no use for a computer.)
Even then I didn't much care for it. It was around 2002 I started joining forums and shit.
I feel no real connection to the early web babies. I still don't use the internet to the fullest of it's capacity.
I don't know where I'm going with this but I think all I want to say is fuck nostalgia.
Seriously... fuck it.
The only thing I miss was that websites had much more interesting layouts before myspace, facebook, LJ, blogger and wordpress made everything standardized. The way people chose to index their personal sites. You'd get a guy who'd have a basic front, bio, contact, links page. Then one or two pages that don't quite fit... like... one dedicated to his lederhosen or various things he'd inserted in himself. Just seeing how people chose to prioritize such things. Then you'd get completely baroque labyrinths by insane people with poems and random pictures along the way. And "secret" pages.
I think it was in Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle where somebody said you can understand a person by how they index their book. Yeah... shit's for real.
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Even then I didn't much care for it. It was around 2002 I started joining forums and shit.
I feel no real connection to the early web babies. I still don't use the internet to the fullest of it's capacity.
I don't know where I'm going with this but I think all I want to say is fuck nostalgia.
Seriously... fuck it.
The only thing I miss was that websites had much more interesting layouts before myspace, facebook, LJ, blogger and wordpress made everything standardized. The way people chose to index their personal sites. You'd get a guy who'd have a basic front, bio, contact, links page. Then one or two pages that don't quite fit... like... one dedicated to his lederhosen or various things he'd inserted in himself. Just seeing how people chose to prioritize such things. Then you'd get completely baroque labyrinths by insane people with poems and random pictures along the way. And "secret" pages.
I think it was in Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle where somebody said you can understand a person by how they index their book. Yeah... shit's for real.