Coredump

Well, what do you know? I was messing around with Google — again — when I stumbled upon my old Tripod site.

It’s one of my puny attempts at wordsmithing, back when angst was the norm. Reading them now makes me feel old. Heh, marriage and a precocious three-year-old bundle-of-energy have that effect.

Makes me wonder, too, how we leave traces of ourselves here on the net. How pieces of us are lost — archived as bits on some humming hardware in a cold, cold vault somewhere — only to be found again by invoking a line of tech-mantra and pressing “Submit” to the oracle that is Google.

Ah, this is just me, waxing nostalgic, and struggling through yet another boring uneventful day in the cube.