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Tonight, I was building another personal Windows PC — a regular grind for me — when I realize the extra space I need for my eternally private journals. These files exist in a "cryptainer" which mounts as a virtual drive only if I supply three layers of passwords. I thought I'd entertain myself, as I often do, and peruse a few of them for a dose of nostalgia. They cover my past 11 years, and my written notes go back much further.
I also realized that I am now one year old on Xanga! So, to celebrate my first Xangaversary, I thought I'd toss you a quick-and-dirty snapshot of these 11 years of blogging. I was blogging when blogging wasn't cool. The tone will be a little harsh in some areas, but I'm just echoing those prolific flows back in the day.
1995 - A pilot in Kalamazoo: Michigan ensnared me, kept me barely alive in the harsh winter. Lucky for me Kalamazoo is a cultural center, surprisingly enough. This neck of the woods was quite diverse for Michigan. I earned my private pilot certificate and consequently had a few brushes with death!
1996 - Da Windy City: I came out proudly and completely as a gay male and moved to Chicago. Everyone here has an Italian accent. Had to shake my bootay for cash for a few months, until my career took off. I was obsessed with the gym, and I ate up all the attention. I would fly my friends around the skyline on the weekends. It was heavenly.
1997 - Appalled: By this time, six of my acquaintances and one friend had died of AIDS. I was almost shocked into abstaining from sex. This "abstention psychology" would remain with me right through to present day. But as a city, Chicago was my kind of town.
1998 - Arthur Andersen and thinking westward: I'm working in downtown Chicago at Andersen, surrounded by truckloads of fucked-up people. "Holy shit," I thought, "every American can't be this twisted and evil!" Perhaps on the West Coast it's different, right? San Francisco, here I come.
1999 - West coast transplant: I was wrong. Many of the companies are just as sketchy, and as far as society goes, the lifestyle out here revolves around promiscuity, drugs, befuddlement, and general disarray. But through this change of scene I learn my new amazing talent: adaptation. Not once did I let California corrupt me.
2000 - Dot com rocks: Making money was easy, saving it was almost as easy, and investing was a piece of cake. Dating was perpetual, and online hookups were way too easy and seemed to happen whether I was online or not. Constant shopping sprees hardly put a dent in these efforts. It was that easy. I dated a drug dealer by accident, who turned out to be an ex-con. Oops!
2001 - Destruction: My dot com folded, and to compound the ill fortune, I lost every single penny I earned to the NYSE and NASDAQ's downward spiral. Not all was lost. I had a short-term boyfriend (let's call him Android) from Indonesia who could manage vanilla sex at the least. Good enough.
2002 - Recession fuckhole: In the midst of ruin, I found a tiny company which seemed like a great opportunity in the computer gaming industry. The over-medicated boss and his bitch turned out to be vile bigots and the vomitus of society. My luck had run out, so it seemed.
2003 - Fighting fire with fire: Can it get any more rotten than this? I resigned and spent most of this year fighting the aforementioned bottom-dwellers of the civilized world, these "iBigots." Volleys of fire from both sides cost them time, money, and resources, but I taught myself just how much resolve I really have.
2004 - Turnaround: The economy fired a few sparks, so I started a business and also found a marginal full-time job. The boss was acceptable, but the young techie trying to manage us was practically useless. These nuts also hire fresh graduates, pay them peanuts, and retain them practically by force (floor after floor of H1B workers). I resigned to work for Friendster.
2005 - Journey of Self: I rediscovered classical music, I learned forgiveness, and I learned to love myself. A bonus to boot is that I can say I worked for Friendster, but it was too bad that I jumped too late onto a sinking boat. I befriended yet another drug addict, and it ended bittersweet. In November, I moved away from San Francisco for a few months.
2006 - Under construction: This shall be BEST year yet. I'm still writing it!
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Goodluck
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by Smita |
posted April 20th, 2006 around 12:13 AM
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I do hope that this wud be the best year yet. Goodluck :)
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