This is my 1000th post to this blog. Including the time I coded this by hand, when I kept a journal intended for no one or anyone to read. I discovered blogging, so I kept a journal and a blog. I found Blogger. My now-husband and I had our very first fight over the contents of my journal. I stopped keeping a journal. Eventually I fled from Blogger, I fled back to Blogger, I gave up on blogging and started again, twice.

Even I can’t remember all of the different URLs I’ve had over the last five years. I remember only the first and the last; I suppose URLs are like phone numbers in that way. Everything written here, the blog and the journal, has been rescued with a combination of backups and the Internet Archive. In pure text, it’s about one megabyte, or around 9 thousand punch cards. That one megabyte covers the range from thousand-word essays on how much it sucks to be a gay teenager to one-word posts with a link. A lot of it is really horrible, and a lot of it is better than anything I ever thought I’d be capable of writing.

I’ve learned something about writing, a lot about this weird and mercurial new medium, and more about myself than I believed there was to know. At times, this has been the only thing that kept me connected to other human beings on a day-to-day basis, and at times is has fallen to the side in this great whirlwind that my life has become. Perhaps some day I’ll figure out how to have an interesting life and an interesting blog at the same time. Until then, here’s hoping the next 1000 posts are better than the last, and with fewer pauses in between.