READ ME!
What is this all about? Maybe you should read the READ ME READ ME.
february 8, 1996: here and gone
today flew! what did i do?
i guess i spent a lot of time thinking about packing. i spent a lot of time
talking about packing, i spent a lot of time not packing.
i hung out on the icb a little.
i went through some old files and tried to throw a lot of things out.
but i guess i didn't get much packing done.
well, that is what moving companies are for, i guess. i mean, it is far
more efficient to have them pack for me, right?
i guess i will do a lot of packing tomorrow.
at 11:45 p.m., i remembered that i had intended to submit a story to the
"how the internet changed my life contest." the prize was a sun
sparcstation, and the deadline was little more than two hours away.
of course, just as i remembered that, my neighbor
eric stopped by.
so, anyway, i sent in a modified version of the
unlawyerrant i wrote a couple of months
ago, and also scribbled out something new.
it is grossly incomplete, and even a tad inaccurate, but here it is anyway:
how the internet changed my life
amidst a world of constant daily strife,
i used to wake at six a.m. each day,
in fall of 93, i then discovered,
i never dreamed then how this would amount
i had gone to school and obtained a fine JD,
but i never was impressed with what i saw,
at first i stuck to mail and irc,
i saw that when it came to book reading picks
i hated the practice of law and all it brought,
i grew tired of colleagues telling me that i just don't fit in ...
i knew what i loved -- writing, music, film and technology
so, i quit my job in law and made a business card,
and geek i was -- i designed and made their page,
i love the internet so very much,
you see, the internet to me is life.
by rebecca lynn eisenberg
in every turn, a gun, an axe, a knife,
and oj 's tried for killing his own wife,
to cyberspace, i came to save my life.
put on my suit, begin to start my day,
and sit and write to dusk to earn my pay ...
i wondered if there was another way.
a world that netcom for me soon uncovered,
where no planes crash and copters hovered,
and by laws and bosses we could not be smothered.
when i signed up for my first net account.
but three years passed, and i was still online,
enthralled to learn, to read, to write, to find.
a life in law seemed in the cards for me,
i had earned myself a harvard law degree,
and employers had knocked down the door for me.
and couldn't be myself one bit at all.
i turned to the internet as an escape,
and found a whole new world beyond the gate.
then alt.tv-melrose place became a home for me,
i browsed with lynx, got files with ftp,
and built myself a new community.
i would reach for a new book out on unix,
rather than the legal anthologies
that ate away my soul like a disease.
i did not like debate and rarely fought.,
i did not like the rules or powers that be,
i dreamed of a place where i could be "me."
as if changing hair or speaking slang were such a sin!
i reached a point that when i thought about "next year"
all the options looked so bad, i filled with dread and fear.
i love to surround myself with creativity.
and what other venue stands up to such a test
than the internet, where "freaks" can do their best.
web site design -- i'd learn it! -- it could not be hard.
and right i was, because the very next week,
i was employed by a record store as their own geek.
and schmoozed with colleagues much younger in age.
i taught myself to master html,
and finally left behind a life of hell.
that now i am moving to multi-media gulch,
to work on a new internet production,
and finally have my own new self's induction.
it is freedom, community and lack of strife.
it offers me to live the way i have wanted to be ...
surrounded by blissful creative anarchy.
or, if you must, back to Rebecca's Revenge
Copyright 1996 Rebecca Eisenberg mars@bossanova.com