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The start of the dream.
I got an email this morning telling me that eighteen years ago, I made a Livejournal account. My Livejournal account can now vote.
Compared to some other long-standing accounts I have on other sites, I could almost trust my LJ account if it voted.
I don't think it was eighteen years ago to the day that I started posting, and though I don't much remember the posts themselves - and I'm not at all interested in going back and seeing it for myself, or anyone going to check it out and let me know what they think of it - I do remember the wild, raw feeling of connecting to people through the blogging platform. I miss the naiveté and comparative innocence of the internet back then, or at least, my perception of one very small corner of one specific region of it. Such things have been written about before, and better than I could manage on the topic, and they wouldn't resonant if they weren't so true.
I remember when my family got internet access in our house, my first thought was, "Wow! Now I can talk to people with similar interests outside of my own ZIP code!"
I work to keep a little bit of that hopefulness and optimism, no matter where I go. Sometimes it doesn't work out. Sometimes it bears through.
It was true with message boards and mailing lists, and while it's still true with Tumblr and Dreamwidth, it was never more true than with Livejournal.
Compared to some other long-standing accounts I have on other sites, I could almost trust my LJ account if it voted.
I don't think it was eighteen years ago to the day that I started posting, and though I don't much remember the posts themselves - and I'm not at all interested in going back and seeing it for myself, or anyone going to check it out and let me know what they think of it - I do remember the wild, raw feeling of connecting to people through the blogging platform. I miss the naiveté and comparative innocence of the internet back then, or at least, my perception of one very small corner of one specific region of it. Such things have been written about before, and better than I could manage on the topic, and they wouldn't resonant if they weren't so true.
I remember when my family got internet access in our house, my first thought was, "Wow! Now I can talk to people with similar interests outside of my own ZIP code!"
I work to keep a little bit of that hopefulness and optimism, no matter where I go. Sometimes it doesn't work out. Sometimes it bears through.
It was true with message boards and mailing lists, and while it's still true with Tumblr and Dreamwidth, it was never more true than with Livejournal.