Nick

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failed academic / technology person // semi-failed writer // florps are now likes // moderate or poor, occasionally good
an actual websitehttps://nicksweeney.com
pronounshe/him (ish)
It’s Saturday night so I might as well upgrade the Linux install on my emergency backup Thinkpad T42 from 2004. (It runs BunsenLabs which still supports old-school i386; it is legitimately functional at a pinch.)

Mine is the Ajax feature, written as a kind of follow up to the API piece. During this period I was _trying_ to introduce some basic Web 2.0 concepts in very broad terms to show existing uses and where things were likely headed. (Writer/devs like Rachel Andrew were so much better than me at step-by-step tutorials and design specifics.)

I never paid much attention to the spreads when they appeared. That was probably for the best.

November 2005. I am still not quite sure what’s going on here.
I did not write the main cover story. I did pitch and write the ‘develop with web services and APIs’ piece as best I could given: a) I am an idiot; b) print w/ screenshots is a terrible format for the subject. (A custom Google Maps integration was my baby-steps example.) At least I managed to interview some guy called Cal who knew a bit about APIs.
Interstitial archiving, physical edition: this is an actual web design magazine from October 2005:

Nightly Anne Carson (with image included for formatting):

‘To _feel_ anything
deranges you. To be seen
_feeling_ anything strips you
naked. In the grip of it
pleasure or pain doesn’t
matter. You think what
will they do what new
power will they acquire _if
they see me naked like
this_. If they see you
_feeling. You have no idea
_what. It’s not about _them_.

To be seen _is_the penalty.
You shame victim after
victim they are all _you_.
Nature is on the _inside_.’ (_Red Doc>_)

#introduction I have been many things in many online spaces over the past, um, 30 years, and in that personal context to declare myself _this_ or _that_ in this one before I seriously engage with it seems strange, something to push back against. Who I am here is what emerges from me here, though it is scattered with drops and swirls of before like ink suspended on water for marbling. Anyway, you may know me from my previous appearances under this nym, and this is who I am:
Winter lights with a vintage lens
A familiar shot to those watching ‘The Peripheral’, and a not so familiar shot of that bridge. (It’s the annual Mermaid Parade.)
A silly outtake from the “open” project.