The Collection

October 1st, 2008

I’ve been on the Internet for some time. I believe my first email account dates to around 1994 using Internet in a Box using ICNet (before it was part of Delmarva Online) as  my Internet Service Provider in Salisbury, MD.

Early in my career, I actually got a chance to work at ICNet for a time working my way from simple help desk guy to Manager of the Help Desk and Day to Day operations. It was awesome and I met a lot of great people and made some great friends.

One of them was Charles Paparella, a constant presence in the ICNet headquarters and always there with a kind word or a piece of advice. CP also ran this little Eastern Shore ‘zine called the Shore Journal. The Shore Journal was a way for people on the Eastern Shore to have their thoughts and opinions on the Internet for all to see.

There were no blogs, Facebook, MySpace or Blogger. Google bade barely just started. Most people still used dial-up (at barely 33.6k) as the main connectivity technology for getting on the Internet. Assuming they even had computers.

But those that did and those that wanted their opinions out for the world to see could had an outlet in The Shore Journal. While mostly based on things related to the Eastern Shore and surrounding areas, topics would also include things like Politics, Events and even Technology.

And I wrote some things. Most of the time I usually wrote something after prodding from CP about some random discussion we had over a cigarette or some coffee. So using the Internet Archive, I’ve collected all the ones I can find and have posted them here. There are a couple points I would like to make first though:

  1. I was young and terrible at English. Hell, I’m still terrible at English so no surprise there.
  2. You’ll see references to the name "Pete". This is a nickname that very few people know me by.
  3. I’m a terrible writer. I try to write as a "stream of thought" type except that generally don’t go back and edit what I wrote. It’s written exactly as it comes out of my brain. Translation: It’s fucking gibberish.

So now you have been warned.

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