Flashback to the Winnebiko

I just heard from Jason Scott of textfiles fame, who was kind enough to scan this 2-page spread from a 1983 issue of CompuServe's Online Today magazine:


It all came rushing back... the freshness and clarity of the adventure, the full head of hair, the sense of venturing into new conceptual territory and becoming an agent of future shock ("you have an office on your bicycle?"), the abrupt break with my suburban past. I need that feeling again, and soon.

More and more, I'm sensing impending cultural change. Even though the hot tub (which I cleaned and brought back online today) soothes and comforts like a nice splash of kava, there is a sense of a cusp just over the horizon. This is what prompted the new discussion forums, which seem to be getting off to a good start, as well as my renewed interest in reducing tonnage. My talk-to-do ratio regarding nomadness has gotten entirely too high over the past decade...