my history of the internet.
1996: entered 5th grade. chatted on The AOL. OKC bombing. username: al instine.
1997: entered 6th grade. made a bunch of new friends. talked shit about them behind their backs. started playing MLB simulation leagues on The AOL. Listened to 'Semi-Charmed Life' by 3rd Eye Blind.
1998: entered 7th grade. caught crushes on gurls. started posting on 'message boards.' played the trumpet solo in band : Apollo 13 Fanfare. Listened 2 'gone till november' by wyclef jean
1999: Entered 8th Grade. Started to appreciate fine art like pablo picasso (so weird, man.) started writing song lyrics to combat middle school. got ready for high school by buying Clearasil. Listened to 'another brick in the wall' by pink floyd.
2000: Entered HS as a FROSH. had a pretty good time. started posting my secrets on LIVEJOURNAL.COM . "discovered" The Beatles. my poetry advanced to include non-rhyming abstract type stuff after reading william carlos williams' poem about a wheel barrel . Posted on online poetry community. Listened 2 'we can work it out' by The Beatles.
2001: entered sophomore year. got real in love with a gurl. 9/11 wars got started. started dressing weird/trendy. posted my poetry to Livejournal . EXAMPLE:
'and deep within the doll house balloon,
we will sing a song with your lips,
as they cream and puff to the rhythm of your spoon,
and in your eyes they pantomime the song of a mute,
who sang it with mermaids and
republican glamps,
who only saw in the color of treen.
and before you
were a memory
i spoke in winds, smothered '
Listened to 'everything in it's right place' by radiohead.
2002: fell in love with another gurl. read james joyce's "portrait of an artist" & "ulysses" realized writing was supposed to be confusing. was a 'JR' started to think about why i didn't wanna goto college. started playing guitar chords. wrote some weird/trendy songs and posted them the internet. no one listened to them. stopped using The AOL ==>AT&T/broadband. got a lot of new music. listened to 'All My Little Words" by Magnetic Fields
2003: got to graduate high school. didn't goto college. started reading "more advanced" things like nabokov didn't goto college. used SLSK for music. moved to oregon to write movies. watched movies like kurosawa and beat takeshi and experimental west coast movies i didn't like. 9/11 war # 2 on my B-DAY. got a bad job. got to know some homos. used internet very little, mostly to meet/stay in touch with friends. got some girlfriends. listened to "little life" by Josephine Foster
2004: moved back home. got another bad job. started to listen to noisy music. started to read regular stuff. less concerned with trendy more concerned with cool. used internet to use myspace and share music and send emails regularly. broke up with girlfriends. got new girlfriend. listened to 'Caecilia' by Christian Fennesz
2005: got engaged. helped family business. got overworked. got some college. got country. started to doubt the importance of the internet. then got youtube then got married. listened to 'King of the Road' by Roger Miller.
2006: moved into little apartment. got new job @ bookstore and coffee makers. hate local music. rarely attend shows. not guilted into it. start to read more and learn to be a husband (so hard.) got facebook. 'reconnected' with old friends. listened to: 'Little Brother' by Grizzly Bear
2007: started to use words like 'liberal media' and read Ayn Rand's essays. thought of myself as a 'libertarian' with a heart. radiohead gave away their music. began using the internet to see netflix. listened to 'all i need' by radiohead. what a silly video.
2008: got a new job with my wife. lost some of my hearing. bought a house. listened to 'the way' by Bonnie 'Prince' Billy
2009: that brings us to today, basically. this year was weird and is still pretty fresh so we'll have to wait to figure it all out for a while. What a creepy 13 years of my life. I guess it's the first 13 years I've ever analyzed like this, but I look forward to doing it again.
I guess this is what 2009 looked like:
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