Wygle Wide Web

A quiet field journal of digital archaeology. Reconstructing a life from 25+ years of digital traces, with occasional help from ChatGPT when things get weird or surprising.

Day: February 20, 2001

  • thursday, may twenty-fifth, two-thousand

    the three of us grabbed a log and rotated it so we could watch the sun touch the pacific. dave found a stick to pack his pipe, he looked like an old man. dave was almost a punk, he didn’t like the music, but he liked the scene. the attitude. he swore off any movie…

  • a man ain’t half a man

    i’ve never had an issue with crying. no problems with people knowing that i feel. sometimes i recognize that in order for me to feel better, i need to cry. after a week or just a few days that have been very crappy, i need to release something, and it comes out as tears. problem:…