Happy 10th birthday, T&G

I have been blogging for 10 years this month. I can’t figure out the exact day I really started because I began “blogging” using Geocities-hosted web pages that I slapped up on my old (dead) domain, theology-and-geometry.com. The Wayback Machine used to keep a bunch of my content from that site archived, but I’ve noticed over the years the amount that it indexes continues to dwindle, and now you can’t even really get past the splash page for any of the dates.

I would write a post — with hand-coded html formatting — on a basic page, and then for the next entry, create a new page for the previous post so it would link behind the first page, cut and paste the previous entry and put it on the new page and then put my new entry on the splash page. And so on. God, it was tedious. And then that November, Blogger happened. And that, friends, sealed the deal. Blogger made it so incredibly easy. And I could dink with how the whole thing looked a lot more easily than in Geocities. Also, Blogger would work on a Mac. Geocities’ PageBuilder thingy wouldn’t. Can you imagine?

So that is why my archives here only go back to November 2003.

I was a student then, a year away from wrapping up my college experience and thrusting myself into the workplace. Ugh. “Thrusting.” I lived with my boyfriend in a small one-bedroom apartment — with a laundry room! — that we paid $425 a month for. We had two ferrets. We had a rule that at night we would only watch things on TV that were nonviolent, nonthreatening and nonaggressive. I played video games. I wasn’t speaking to my sister and I don’t remember why. My family’s political incorrectness was really novel and annoying to me then, and made me question my DNA origins.

I worried constantly about grades and assignments and all three of my jobs. “I am tired of working 51 hours a week” is a thing I wrote, and EL OH EL because if I could drop into my 2003 self’s dreams I would laugh in her face about thinking that working 51 hours a week in college was going to be the last time I would work so hard.

It was a sweet little life. Not without its trials, of course. I sort of wish I had used my time in college to break out of my comfort zone a little more. Travel more. Sleep around, maybe? Do a lot of mind-expanding drugs? I don’t know. I say I should have done those things but I am pretty sure I would have felt completely ridiculous even trying to have some kind of typical wild college experience. I’ve been middle-aged my whole life.

So here’s to 10 years of writing it down. Gonna aim for 10 more.

Day 37: Student for a Day

Day 37: Student for a Day

So I slept an hour last night and got up at 6:30 this morning. I can guarantee I won’t make that mistake again tonight; I am already crashing big time and I’ve taken NyQuil to make sure I don’t wake up for eight hours. If that doesn’t work then I am going to be in a lot of trouble tomorrow. It would probably involve a lot of car crying.

This morning I made it to campus relatively easily and managed to find visitor parking pretty near the building I needed to get to (even though I ended up having to ask two people separately where the hell Carroll Hall was; where’s a map when you need it?). The class was actually a lot of fun and really interesting, even though we really only scratched the surface of all that Flash can do. We all have to start somewhere, it’s true. And I’m happy to have gotten a start.

When we broke for lunch, I sort of snuck away from the group and took off on my own on campus so I could have some time to look around, grab a copy of the campus paper (which is well-designed and has tons of student-written news in it; nice job, Tar Heel), and ogle the vote-for-me-for-student-body-president signs that litter the multiple quads. They were all hand-painted. I’m guessing that’s some sort of rule or tradition, but I found it quite endearing and funny (especially a couple by one candidate).

Being back on a college campus is weird, I have to say. Everyone’s so damn young and cute, with their skinny jeans and their boots and their bookbags and their whole lives ahead of them. They disgust me. Okay, not really. They’re adorable and they will be flooding the job market soon with their awesome skillz and willingness to work for peanuts, which is very frightening for the rest of us who are trying to stay on the already treacherously zipping treadmill.

Tomorrow we get to use everything we learned today to build a project. It should be a good time.

If I can get some rest, that is.

[Project 365]