My own 10-year mark arrives Thursday:

Now, though, I’m planning on copying Jesse’s and Sam’s and Sam’s and Jarrett’s sites and just posting the occasional observation for the world to see. Not that the world’s really looking, of course–I doubt these will ever be read by people I don’t already know. Of course, given that people I do know might read these, perhaps I shouldn’t mention other people by name. I have to remember that, unlike an e-mail “journal,” anyone I mention (or anyone who knows them) could be a potential reader, and while I don’t mind sharing things about myself, I should respect the privacy of others. I’ll try to find a middle ground there.

My first journal succumbed to bit-rot a long time ago, but I moved everything over to my page at Columbia. That’s dead too, but still around thanks to the Wayback Machine. (I wish it’d archived my essay on liability of moderators in online forums, though.)

Looking back, I’m amazed at how much and how often I wrote in that first year, when these days I can go months without posting anything. Some of that is that I had a lot more free time, some of it that I was more open about my life, some of it was that, while a lot of people at Brown had started doing the “web journal” thing, it was still shiny and new and a way for a recovering shybie to connect with “IRL” people.