The Past is a Grotesque Animal

Over the past few days, I have been on a deceptively easy-sounding quest: collecting the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle that is my life from around the internet. You would think it would be a simple import/export job that’d be over in 30 minutes at most, but that hasn’t been my experience in the slightest. I suppose it’s to be expected. Given that I’ve been blogging for over ten years, gone through a myriad of hosts, and forgotten quite a few passwords, I’ve found myself up against a lot of obstacles that I didn’t quite expect to face in trying to hunt down as many of my precious memories as possible. From journals that have been deleted and purged due to inactivity to blogging services that have long since gone the way of side ponytails and legwarmers, I’ve had to get creative in hunting things down. I’ve been pouring through my old emails, trying to find .html files of old entries that I may have emailed myself, used The Internet Archive Machine, and even made plans to write down whatever I can still remember about periods of time where there are no blog entries to be found in some vain attempt at filling in the gaps as best I can.

What I have been able to find, I’ve started amassing here so that I can figure out exactly what the bloody hell the greater picture these little snapshots of my life are a part of represents. Right now I have all of the old entries set as private, but I’m fairly certain I will make them all public; I don’t feel any need to keep such dated information under lock and key, but I do want to get as much together as possible before I “unveil,” so to speak. I also think that once I get everything together, I’m going to take Feathers’ advice and get them bound into a book (or more likely two) so that I can have a hardcopy of my past for posterity’s sake; I think I’ll probably I make volume 1 “2002 – 2007” and volume 2 “2008 – 2012” since those are pretty natural places to break given the manner in which my life changed around 2007/2008 as I moved further into adulthood.

Unfortunately my little project is likely going to have to be put on hold for a brief time; Fall semester is coming to a close and I have a mammoth workload ahead of me the next week-and-a-half or so. As much as I’d like to devote more and more of my time to documenting my past, I’d like to have some academic successes to write about for this term a hell of a lot more, so I suppose I’ll grin, bear it, and bury my nose into my Discrete Math book and then start that Maimonides paper…and that Pandemic Influenza paper…and that program…and that Pre-established harmony/monads paper…

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