 Me, my PowerBook, and the world beyond...  
From the heart of the wilderness... homeschooled there until the
tender age of 16, when he decided out of the blue to spend his life savings on
a school with no teachers, no grades, and an atmosphere that makes you tingle
all over. Attended a year and a month at Virtual High, loved it and became infatuated with writing via his PowerBook 165c (later this PowerBook G3), which became a natural part of his body and goes everywhere with him... disappeared one bright October morning because his dreams had
found another, further horizon, and he had long ago vowed to spend his life chasing dreams.I myself live on a horizon. To find me is easy, just turn to the sunset... Sun-set (sun`set`), n. 1, the daily disappearance
of the sun below the horizon; 2, the time at which the sun disappears;
3, the colours of the sunset sky; 4,the west.
-Winston Dictionary
 
This is Not My Website. Rather, the interesting jumble of words and pictures currently arrayed on your screen is a simple afterimage, held here for historic reference. I'll keep the links fresh and my stats correct, but the rest is now frozen in time. Suitable, since this is the very first page I ever coded, back in that ancient era known only as "the mid-ninties". Everything's changed. But not enough to take it down.
This from my first published article, inspired by, of course, the internet... For the past 12 years I've lived with my family in Lund, BC. We consider ourselves to be a rural family -- very rural. To visit us you need a 4x4 and a liking for long dirt roads. Our power comes from solar modules on our roof, our water from a deep sunk well, and most food from our livestock & garden. The only link we have to the outside world is a phone line my dad strung 3km to the nearest pole. Ten years ago I would have felt very cut off -- but times change... (we pause now to worship TCP) Even so, I'm finding it rather hard to remain stuck in the nineties. When else is it trendy to buck trends, alternative is mainstream, and abnormalities are the agreed upon norm? (Of course, I still believe in everything worthy of belief -- music most of all.)
...or should we talk about the media?
I'm also:
Odd, it doesn't look so big up there, but these things consume my entire life. With every moment I am in some way developing, exploring, creating... not a boast, I doubt I know how to stop.
"With everyone more and more involved in the information environment and in the creative process of discovery and innovation, the old divisions of work, play, and idleness disappear -- as for computer technology, we are headed for cottage economics, where the most important industrial activities are carried on in any individual little shack anywhere in the globe." - McLuhan again And that is where I am, in my little shack
on the hill, bathed in moonlight
and (if I awake early enough) sunlight,
carrying out my industrial activities.
All in all, a throughly enjoyable existence...
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