Wygle Wide Web

Random Date Archeology is a weird little machine I built for myself because I have spent most of my life leaving evidence everywhere and almost none of it in anything resembling an orderly fashion. Emails, calendars, tweets, invoices, photos, old hard drives, Google Drive folders, weird attachments, half-remembered stories. So I pick a random day…

In 2006 I misunderstood a ten-slide PowerPoint assignment as a ten-minute presentation, built a sprawling history of the captains of the Enterprise overnight, and accidentally created one of my favorite stories about myself.

Friday, October 20, 2006 The randomizer dropped me on Friday, October 20, 2006, and at first there didn’t appear to be much there. No Blogger post. My Blogger archive doesn’t even start until a month later. No obvious LiveJournal artifact turned up. Gmail had a few things—a Mars Hill newsletter, some family email, administrative stuff…

On September 10, 2001, I spent my last day living with my parents. I don’t remember it. That’s the strange part. I know it happened because twenty-year-old me wrote about it a few days earlier. I was quitting my job, going to a Modest Mouse show, and then leaving on a couple-week road trip before…

I have heard “Adam, what are you talking about?” a lot in my life. Enough that it probably deserves its own entry in the archive, somewhere between the songs that explain my entire personality and the several thousand other pieces of evidence that I have, in fact, been like this for a while. We’ll be…

Tonight I drove Finn up to Bellingham to stay for the weekend with Theo at Western. We left Tacoma around 2:30 and I finally got home at 9:40, which is a pretty ridiculous amount of driving for one afternoon, and it was wonderful. There wasn’t anything particularly momentous about the trip itself. It was just…

I have been spending an unreasonable amount of time lately reading things written by a younger version of myself who apparently believed the internet was both a diary and a storage locker and, to be fair to him, he was right. The whole point of digging through Adam At Last and the little side roads…

The random-date archive wheel dropped me on Thursday, February 18, 2016, and the first thing it handed me was a calendar entry for a Bootstrapper Studios board meeting from 12:30 to 1:30 that afternoon. That by itself would not have been much of a story, except the Asana and email debris around it contained phrases…

There was Heidi, standing over me, saying, “Breathe… Breathe… Breathe…” I had blacked out in the hallway. I have no idea how long I was gone. Earlier, I had thrown my back out doing something spectacularly unimpressive: I was picking up a CD off the couch. I had thrown my back out before, so at…