First Internet Experience

I got an alumni letter from one of my many old colleges the other day, asking me to update my information, and it had my very first email address on it. Well, not my very first, since my very first email address was at that very college, back in 1992-93, but my first commercial account. It brought back a lot of memories, and that time somehow seems a lot further in the past than it really is.

My first exposure to the Internet was an accident. I frequented a fair number of BBS’s in the late 1980s (and I even had a Compuserve membership for a few years, though I used it sparingly due to the expense), with my trusty 1200bps modem (or maybe I’d upgraded to the doubly fast 2400 by that time). I found an intriguing BBS in Toronto called zooid, which seemed to be a hangout for UNIX types. I knew (and know) nothing about UNIX, but one night stumbled across a command line interface that seemed open to a huge world of information, much larger than typical BBS fare. I started reading about university library collections thousands of miles away. I was giddy, but a bit nervous. Was I supposed to be here? Was this going to cost me money? Fair questions in those days, I think. I didn’t really understand how this worked, and obviously didn’t realize the significance of my discovery until much later. When I headed off to the above mentioned college, in the autumn of 1992, I was about to discover even more.

At this college, as I soon found out, there were rooms in each of the residence halls where groups of terminals glowed around the clock. They had access to something called “e-mail.” Using the pine (or was it elm) mail reader, I soon discovered I could keep in touch with all my friends back in Toronto, at least the two who also had academic email addresses. In an interesting note, my two friends were both graduate students; no undergraduates could use the system at that time. And at my college, everyone could have an email account, but you had to go to the Computer Centre and specifically ask for one, so it was still the domain of the UNIX geeks. Again, I was consumed with worry that this was going to cost money, like long distance charges for the telephone or something.

When I returned to Toronto in the summer of 1993, I knew something had changed. I needed an email account. The offerings were slim. I originally signed up with an outfit called “Info Nation,” which promised a “graphical interface” for the Internet, whatever that meant. But “Info Nation” went belly up within weeks, it seemed. Next, I discovered that a group called “Internex Online” was operating and you could sign up for an account and pay monthly, like your phone bill. At that time, you had to physically go down to their offices and sign up, so off I went. I remembered the place looked like a regular office in a downtown tower block, but it looked like they had just moved in, and the staff looked pretty freaky. It was a few months later I found out that Internex Online actually grew out of that same zooid BBS that I had accessed a few years before. Internex only lasted a few years before hitting some financial problems and being bought out. There’s a fascinating article from 1995 outlining their whole history. It sheds a lot of light on the early days of ISPs, with techies running businesses for the first time. Go and read it.

It seems amazing to me that my entire experience of the Internet spans only 10 years, and that for most people, it’s much shorter than that. I’ve always thought the history of computers was pretty compressed and dizzying, but it’s nothing compared to this. I wonder where we’ll be in another ten years?

(February 2007) BONUS: Here’s a great archived article from March 1994 from Toronto’s eye weekly, by veteran tech writer K.K. Campbell (who seems to have disappeared).

Take the Personality Test

Take the Personality Test over at TheSpark.com. The cool thing is you can see how compatible you are with other people who have taken the test. Enter my email address: james@SPAMBLOCKconsolationchamps.com at the end and see if we can still be friends.

I’m really enjoying John Heilemann’s article in this month’s Wired about the Microsoft antitrust case. It’s extremely well researched, as he had access to almost everyone over a period of several years. Fascinating look behind the high-tech business world. Buy Wired now or wait until November 14 and use the link to read it online.

Not sure if anyone’s taking bets, but I’d say Jason Kottke is going to San Francisco to work for Pyra. My guess is he’ll fill Derek Powazek‘s recently departed shoes there in a creative capacity. Anyone know anything? (don’t you love blog gossip?)

First, it was Heather.

First, it was Heather. Now, Jeffrey Zeldman. All these people writing such heartbreaking things about their mothers. I may have to actually sit down and write something about mine.

In the meantime, go and read. Heather’s loss was a long time ago, but she made it seem uncomfortably fresh. And Zeldman’s piece nearly made me cry. Thank you both.

Personal Expression on the Web

Hey, I liked what Shmuel had to say about personal expression on the web. He was responding to what Derek said. Both of them are very good writers with spiffy web sites. And Derek, I’m sorry to hear about your hard drive crash. Buy a cheap CD-R drive and just back up your email folders once a week. Of course, do I practice what I preach? Only occasionally…

Post Removed

I’ve just removed my first post from this blog. I made a rather lame joke about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. I was trying to be satirical, but now I just feel dirty. I know there are people with very strong feelings on these issues, and I respect that. I just don’t think there are any easy answers in a conflict that has been brewing for thousands of years. The weight of history, of tradition, is just so crushing to these people, and to any people involved in ethnic or religious wars. Sometimes I wish we could all just forget about the past, our collective history, our personal stories, and just meet each other for the first time again. I know it’s naive, but when history and tradition are told from so many different angles, it’s no wonder we’ll never agree.