Comments on: There Is Always A City

By: Tom

Tom — Tue, 05 May 2009 07:13:19 +0000

I didn’t even know Geocities was(is) still alive… I think I had some animated gifs on a geocities page with a space/galaxy background

By: Amber Rhea

Amber Rhea — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 04:13:28 +0000

My post is up... and I might do another one later! OMG, Amber Rheas last blog post: Geocities, and snippets of personal internet history

By: Being Amber Rhea » Blog Archive » Sunday night

Being Amber Rhea » Blog Archive » Sunday night — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 02:16:48 +0000

[...] by this post and this post, I was all motivated earlier to settle down tonight and write a post about my history of being on [...]

By: Denise

Denise — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 17:33:04 +0000

I learned html on geocities. I learned to hate wysiwyg editors and to become a wysiwyg snob. I played with javascript and first tried my hand at CSS on geocities. sniff. OMG, Denises last blog post: Poken Giveaway aka Who do YOU want to Poken at BlogHer 09?

By: As URLs Go By « Curious Affairs Of Atherton Bartelby

As URLs Go By « Curious Affairs Of Atherton Bartelby — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 01:19:34 +0000

[...] There Is Always A City by AV Flox: “Perhaps more than places of residence, spaces online are like lovers. We enjoy many people who touch our lives, but there are only a number of them that really change us so deeply, and teach us so much, that we remember them forever. In a sense, GeoCities was that. It may not have been the moody codependent relationship I had with Diaryland, or the drama-filled, torrid affair I had with LiveJournal or the wild, no-strings-attached fling I’ve been having with WordPress, or the warm marriage I enjoy on this self-hosted blog—but it shaped me. Maybe it was my first crush.” [...]

By: Atherton Bartelby

Atherton Bartelby — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 23:26:11 +0000

He retrieved his handkerchief from her, deftly folding it and replacing it in his jacket pocket. He crooked his arm for her to grasp gently, as they walked away into the glowering sky. "Mais, vrai," he said solemnly, "nous avons trop pleuré. Les Aubes sont navrantes." "Mmmm," she murmured, adjusting her black veil and Jackie O sunglasses. "Oui. C'est vrai." He lit a Gitanes with his father's Dunhill lighter as they walked. "Darling," she said. "Mmmm?" "Who was it that you met on GeoCities, anyway? The plastic surgeon? The ornithologist? The..." "Opera singer," he said tersely. "But I thought he was later..." "It was a different opera singer and I don't want to talk about him." She laughed. "Well, Darling. At least you know well how to wield your pickax!" He joined her in laughter, as they both consulted their iPhones to broadcast their whereabouts to their Twitter tribes... OMG, Atherton Bartelbys last blog post: As URLs Go By

By: Gregg J. Wanciak

Gregg J. Wanciak — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 18:27:01 +0000

In 1992, thanks to a computer science acquaintance who let me use his Tulane University account, I became immersed in the all text world of Unix. TweetDeck, with it's default dark background and white text makes me nostalgic for it. I bounced around the cool sites of the time, Vox, The Well. I still have an account with The Well and my original and still only web homepage is hosted there. I also found my first home, Internet Relay Chat, and I became a chat-aholic. At about that same time I found America Online and again gravitated to the chat rooms. Because it cost from $2 to $6 an hour I soon became a volunteer, working as a Guide on the night shift, when there was usually only one chat room, The Lobby, after midnight. Imagine only 25 people on the chat room side of AOL after midnight. Having just started on Twitter, I find it has a bit of that frontier feel of days gone by. It's still morphing. And when we have technical telepathy some 20 years from now, we'll feel nostalgic when no one types, or reads, anymore. OMG, Gregg J. Wanciaks last blog post: I'm not Captain Planet

By: Laura

Laura — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 13:38:04 +0000

As I mentioned on Atherton’s page, I think I had an even more embarrassing “home” on the Interwebs than GeoCities, back in the day: ChickClick. I may even still have some of the terrible poems I posted there, courtesy of a friend’s wayback machine that has them stored for all eternity. YIKES!