I thought I’d start at the beginning. Many years ago, after hours on the phone with my dad going through the TCP-IP settings on my Mac Power PC, I shouted “Interneato!” I had gotten the computer online.

Living up in Arcata back then (1995 or 6 or something), I had no idea I’d spend my adult life largely in front of a computer, answering email, analyzing spreadsheets and clicking on thousands of websites. I was an artist, a bohemian who couldn’t be bothered to have a TV, read the newspaper or worry about the material priorities of the outside world. How things have changed. Now I live with almost attached to a keypad, digital display screen, and still unreliable, yet ubiquitous internet access. Now my goal is to get back to a place where art is more important than just about anything else.