Just now, on a whim, I typed in the URL to my previous blog location to see if it still worked. It does, sort of … but not really. But while perusing the links in its sidebar, I came across my old Fotolog account from late 2004. It was a pitiful attempt on my part to emulate my brother’s excellent photoblog, and a good repository for photos whose pseudoartistic aspirations disqualified them from the party shots generally found in my gallery.

It just blows my mind that some server somewhere, at no cost to me, is still dedicating a tiny sliver of its space to some photos of mine I’d completely forgotten about (and, in Diaryland’s case, some blog entries which have since been rendered redundant by this very site).

It’s simultaneously unsettling and reassuring. This is the first time 2004 has felt like A Long Time Ago.

(And Chicago so far away.)