Wygle Wide Web

I work in a submarine. Technically it’s a drive-thru-only Starbucks in Tacoma, but it is very small and sometimes has eight or more people stuffed inside with two espresso bars, ovens, refrigerators, sinks, blenders, ice bins, drive-thru equipment, and several hundred beverages trying to happen at once. So, submarine. During Peak the whole thing runs…

There is apparently a correct way to blog. I know this because Gabe and Max taught me. According to their extremely comprehensive internet training program, blogs allow you to share your thoughts with up to ten people through something called the online blogopolis, where you can talk about the most important issues of the day…

I have accumulated an unreasonable amount of evidence of my own existence. Blog posts, LiveJournal entries, tweets, Instagram posts, Threads, photographs, emails, messages, concert records, things I wrote and forgot I wrote, things other people wrote to me that I forgot they wrote, and apparently enough miscellaneous digital sediment that ChatGPT and I can now…

On January 9th, 1999, I was 18 and living in Cannon Beach, going to Ecola Bible School, wearing thrift-store clothes that I thought were funny because somebody had graduated in them in 1985, and listening to a lot of ska. A lot of ska. Five Iron Frenzy, The O.C. Supertones, The Insyderz, Squad Five-O, The…

A text from Dwayne, a Claude-built BBS experiment, one reckless copy-paste into ChatGPT, and the accidental birth of The Hall of Remembering.

A house flooded, a mind broke, and a life was rebuilt—slowly, imperfectly, and with help.

One of the other things I’ve noticed while going through Adam At Last, the blog I started when I was 20, is that my younger self was very good at preserving things my current self had no idea he would want back someday. Twenty-year-old me wasn’t trying to create an archive. He was just telling…

Over the last few days I reconstructed Chasm, a 28-song playlist I made when my marriage ended. I had always understood it as a collection of songs that could wreck me, but going through it one track at a time with Song Why‽ made the structure clearer. Chasm wasn’t just sad music. I built it…

In 2011, I had an idea called All Cameras On. The idea was pretty simple. Everybody suddenly had a camera. Not a good camera, necessarily. This was 2011. Your phone might shoot 720p video if you were fancy. Somebody else might have a point-and-shoot. Somebody might bring a DSLR. Somebody might be holding a Windows…

I accidentally invented game. It goes like this: I give ChatGPT a song I love. Not necessarily my favorite song. Just one that has stuck around. Something I keep returning to, or something that immediately makes me think of a person, a room, a road, a period of my life, or occasionally absolutely nothing I…