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: March 14, 2001

  • mood: morose

    music: exit music (for a film) – radioheadphrase on tongue: sunken treasure i don’t think that my not writing is working. i still have lots of stuff to put up here, so i will make my triumphant return now at 11:36pm pst, wednesday night march 14th. maybe it’s the tunes. maybe it’s the feelings. but…

  • another shot at a few sentences

    might have kept her near. maybe if i would have looked up when she kissed my head goodbye she wouldn’t have dated my neighbor. when the phone rang that evening, i had no idea what was going on. when she asked if she could come over, i knew something was up, mostly because she never…

  • dogs know what’s going on.

    we just got one a few weeks ago, name of maggie. she’s a cross between a australian cattle dog and a boston terrier, so she’s black and white, except her black is blotchy. i’m not sure if she’s retarded or stubborn. she responds to our calls when she wants to, no matter what we tell…